Page 135 of Wild Omega

My brows pop. “He actually left.”

Rose giggles. “Forgive him. He’s a little . . .”

“Flighty,” Luka supplies. “And bashful. We’re a feral family.” He shrugs. “And don’t worry. I sanitize everything thoroughly after we’re doneeating.”

I glance at Rose. She sucks in her bottom lip, failing to hide her grin. I scoff lightly and drain my teacup. When I consider setting it down on the table, I hesitate. I don’t want to come within a foot of their weird sex playground. Although, the longer I sit here, the more I wonder how Rickon would look—

Nope. Head in the game, Red.

Rose jumps up and grabs the cup out of my hand. “I’ll take that.”

I nod, and stand, dusting off the imaginary cloud of their filth clinging to me. I’ll have to shower and change clothes as soon as I get out of here to ditch the cloying aromas. “Well, I think I’ve taken up your time long enough.”

Rose looks crestfallen. “Where will you stay? We don’t have spare rooms, but if you want to, you can stay in my room.”

I barely hold back a gag at the thought. Gingerly I lean over and kiss her forehead. “Rose, I love you, darling, but I can hardly bear your scent, let alone this pack of super-strength alphas.” I tap the side of my nose. “Besides, I think your men have plans for you.” I look over her head and return Agent Colt’s wink to him. “I just wanted to see for myself that you’re happy.”

Rose looks up at me through tears and wipes at her face. “But do you have somewhere to stay?”

I shrug. “No, but I have this magic device called a credit card, and I believe hotels love them.”

Rose laughs wetly and I hold my breath to hug her close once more. “Your alphas are taking good care of you, then?”

I grin. “Yes, but this card’s all mine. I’m an actress now, so look forward to seeing me on the big screen.”

She tips her head to the side and smiles, like she isn’t sure if she can believe me. But it’s okay.

“Nice to meet you all.” As they see me out, I take a few lingering looks at her pets.

I knew something was urgent, but I couldn’t define why. Now I know. This noise in my soul burns terribly, but what if it suddenly disappears? That I couldn’t bear. A shudder tingles down my spine.

I don’t have a second to lose.

Chapter fifty-six

Rickon

Of the many dreams about Callisto I’ve had, this one seems the sweetest. When I stretch, he tugs me closer against his chest, as if unable to bear me leaving. I know it’s a dream, but I linger, running my hands over his firm pecs. Red warms my back, clutching us all together how a pack should be. I’ll stay as long as possible in this pleasant alternate reality, soaking it into my soul.

I press back into Red, but instead of a warm body, all I hit are blanket folds. Red’s not here. In fact, I can’t find her scent at all.

A jolt shoots through me as I wake fully. Red’s in heat. Shit, did we both fall asleep and leave her alone? Callisto stirs under my hands, and I freeze in place. I really am tucked against his chest, on the mattress we dragged down the stairs. Heat sears a trail to my cock, but it only lasts a second before all my hair stands on end.

I really can’t smell Red. Her heat scent ought to be blooming through the entire apartment.

Flipping the blankets off, I roll over and fling myself off the mattress in one move. The sawed-off door to Callisto’s library stands wide open, the cushions inside abandoned.

“Red?” I call, fear strangling my voice. Where is she? “Calli, get up!” I shout as I run for the stairs, pounding up them two at a time. Water lies on the bathroom floor and steam blurs the mirror, with no sign of the cause. Terror squeezes icy hands around my lungs as I check the nest. The room’s dark and quiet, the towels I threw down to dry the floor stained darker shades. Also empty.

“Where is she?” Callisto shouts groggily from downstairs.

I run through all the upper rooms, but her scent’s faint.

“What in the blazes? Get over here,” my friend roars from downstairs, and I skid down to the first floor, my heart in my mouth. Callisto stands, arms akimbo, in front of a message scrawled in blue pen on the wall near the front door.

Gone to see a man about an alpha. Will come back a better omega, if you’ll still have me.

Tears pool in my eyes, blurring the strange message. “Shit,” I mutter, blinking them away.

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