Page 32 of The Omega

I didn’t know about all that, but I did know I liked his style. He came from nothing and was unapologetic as he took what he wanted.

And it seems I wasn’t the only one who admired the guy.

“How did Alpha McCaw manage to get cameras into the room?” I asked as the big shifter stood.

“Like the kid said, laws were broken.” The wolf shifter gave nothing else away, looking past me to Grissiton-the-Third.

But I could read him. Perks of being an Alpha with my special skillset and background. “If I wanted to break those same laws…” He had the in. I knew it. Something told me he wouldn’t be an easy nut to crack, though.

“I’d suggest you keep your nose clean and go knock on her door, see if the Omega even wants you around.” The big guy shrugged.

“She wants me,” I growled.

“Really? Because it looks like she’d rather talk to someone else.” The squirrel shifter chuckled like the child he was.

I leaned past him to look at the camera feed while my wolf started snarling at me for being a damn fool and wasting time.

On screen, Atlas Volk stood in the hall with a pastry box in his hand as my pretty Omega opened the door for him. I’d known the bastard came here to sabotage me, but this? It was too far.

“Does this mean you aren’t giving Bethany my number?” Gristle’s voice followed me as I stormed out of the office, ready to bring this whole production down.

12

Opal

“You brought me breakfast?” I asked.

Aww. I love him. Such a good mate.

The tantalizing smell of something sweet mixed with notes of salty bacon drifted from the pink box in his large hands. But it was nothing compared to the rich, earthy smell of Atlas so early in the morning. The soap on his skin mixed with his masculine pheromones was making my stomach clench with need.

I’d never been so hungry.

I’ll bet he tastes as good as he smells. My wolf licked her chops. Drop to your knees and—

Shh, I shushed her and purposefully breathed through my mouth, cutting her off from his scent.

These pills weren’t strong enough.

“I hope you don’t mind.” Atlas coughed to clear his throat. I got the feeling he wasn’t used to talking this much. “Here’s some almond croissants and bacon topped maple bars. Protein in compromise.”

I know what else has protein.

Will you stop? I almost cried. Keeping my wolf in check so she wouldn’t send us into heat again was going to be really hard if he showed up looking like that and bringing me yummy food in the morning.

“Do you not want it?” Atlas frowned.

“Oh no, I want it.” I grabbed the box.

Our fingers touched. His eyes flashed with his wolf. I barely held back the needy whine at feeling his rough skin against mine.

“Good. I want you to eat,” his husky voice commanded.

“Yes, sir.” I lowered my gaze, dropping it to his lips.

He gave the slightest smile, which softened the harsh lines of his face and made me weak in the knees.

I’ll eat everything you have to give, she growled.