Page 41 of Pack Larsen

Suddenly, my brother and I are the sole focus of that stare that holds so many emotions, feelings, and life. There’s enough vibrancy in one look alone that I can feel my heart rate spiking as my heart beats double time.

Haze smiles, I’m sure, trying to soothe the sudden worry that enters those pale-gray eyes. I, however, can’t help but watch her. It’s like I’m not even focused on the conversation, enamored with every look that passes over her beautiful face.

“I’m sorry,” she offers, smiling sheepishly. “Omegas are notoriously greedy. It wasn’t personal.”

Aero is snickering into her hand, amused as fuck. I don’t even care, because Silver smiled at us again, and I’m absolutely whipped already, because I nod in understanding and wink at her before turning and heading to her nest, hands loaded with bags while my brother carries the others.

I hear the two omegas behind us as we go, Silver keeping her promise to follow after us, and I don’t stop until I’m standing outside Silver’s door. She squeezes between Haze and me, her chest rubbing against my arm, and I have to swallow a groan and an even more embarrassing sound at a brief touch of her. My entire torso aches with the purr that tries to rattle out of my goddamned chest, and I grimace just as the door opens.

There’s no bottling the sound as soon as the scent hits me. Laced with sugar and sex, a sickly-sweet combination of both omegas, I’m knocked in the face with it so suddenly that there’s no stopping it. A purr I’ve only used to comfort my brother rattles through my ribcage and out of my throat before I can suppress it.

Shock renders me still, and my gaze snaps to Haze first, who looks as equally as stunned, then to Silver. I watch as her mouth pops open with an inaudible gasp, her eyes dilate until I can barely see the shine of her gray irises, and a shiver rocks through her whole body. A second later, she’s perfuming, her addictive scent filling the space around us, adding to the already bleeding aroma coming from her nest.

“Holy shit, Rage. Are you purring?” Aero suddenly blurts, breaking the charged tension that suddenly appears, and I’m forced to clear my throat and wrangle back the vibrating purr before I can answer.

“Shut up,” is what leaves my mouth, and I catch Silver biting back her smile from the corner of my eye, noting the flush in her cheeks and the softness of her face as she watches me walk into her nest without prompting. Over my shoulder, I ask, “Are we putting these anywhere or…?”

“The closet, please and thank you,” she answers instantly, shuffling past me with another brush of her body against my arm, and I damn near groan at the contact. Before I make a bigger idiot of myself, she leads us to the walk-in closet tucked away in the corner of her nest. I’m depositing the bags on the floor against the far wall mindlessly, eyeing everything around me.

For such a big closet, there’s hardly anything in here. A bare island in the middle of the room with drawers I wonder are full or not. A few dresses hanging on hangers, outfits I recognize from spending a couple of free nights at Raverz just to see Silver tucked away in see-through covers, neatly folded shirts and shorts stacked in tidy piles on a dresser, several pairs of well-worn and clearly loved shoes stacked on a shoe rack beside it. I spy a few purses and a tattered backpack, a small bowl of jewelry, and a mannequin head wearing a pair of shades, but nothing more than that.

“Shocked?” Silver asks from beside me, and I only just hide the way I startle at her close proximity. She must have sneakily moved when I was distracted by the lack of belongings. “Don’t answer that. I can tell by your face that it’s not what you expected.”

I don’t bother denying it, because I am shocked. Sure, I’ve already been informed that Silver doesn’t splash her money around like I originally thought. What she does spend is on food or transport, and I discovered through Aero that the house was paid for by her grandmother. The only big spend Silver has made was on the cherry-black Ducati I’ve been eye fucking since we arrived here. But hearing and seeing are two different things, and despite my knowledge, it still stuns me to see the lack of overwhelming amounts of belongings. In fact, now that I think of it, the house is quite bare in terms of things, personal touches, and knick-knacks you’d find in a home.

Shrugging, I answer honestly and without judgement for the first time. I mean, I’ve fully learnt my lesson after the last time. It also helps that Silver proves how wrong I was every single day, my observations of Silver spending money coming up very short. The only time I’ve seen her spend anything is for takeout every now and then, and that’s only when she forgets she hasn’t eaten and lacks the energy to cook. “Just caught me off guard.”

“Because I’m stinking rich and you thought the closet would prove it, or because I’m a girl and shopping is in our blood? Or because omegas are notorious for hoarding?” she quips, taking no offense, seeming to enjoy our little back and forth.

Lips twitching, I tease, “All of the above.”

Laughing, she moves aside just as Haze and Aero step into the closet, each of them having the same reaction as I did. Aero voices his shock a little more colorfully than I did, though. “Where the hell is all the shit? You know, all the clothes you fancy, rich people are always buying? I was expecting a fashion show.”

Silver and I share a look full of amusement, and my chest warms almost to the point of pain, elation thrumming through my veins to have a single moment shared between us.

When she looks away, it feels like a physical loss, and I have to force myself to get my shit together as she replies to Aero fondly. “I mean, all the shit that was meant to be mine was all bought by my parents, so I left it all at their house when I ran to Meemaw’s. What I have now was bought out of the money I earned working at Raverz. But if you still want a show, I bought plenty today, because Juniper is a closet enabler and pushed me to buy most of this shit. I don’t even know if I’ll wear most of it, so I imagine I’ll be returning it.”

My respect for the bright and sunny omega doubles, and I lean against a dresser with my arms crossed over my chest. Haze mirrors my position now that he’s free of his own bags, watching Silver just as closely as I am.

“Hell, yeah. We’re having a damned show before you return it, then. I want to see what you look like in a dress,” Aero teases, striding over and gripping her hips, jiggling her side to side with a grin she laughs at. “We’re gonna sit out in your nest, I’m going to play music from my cell, and I’m going to enjoy my omega trying on her fancy new things.”

And so that’s how my twin and I find ourselves lounging in Silver’s nest with ridiculous music blaring while Silver pops out of her closet every few minutes, showcasing her new clothes that we all dramatically ooh and aah at, causing her to laugh and roll her eyes before changing into something new.

We’re halfway into a dress reveal, a slinky, black number that looks completely out of sorts on Silver. Not that she doesn’t look stunning in it, but I realize I’ve never seen Silver in black other than this very moment.

“It’s not me,” she complains once more, wrinkling her nose as she peers down her body at the figure-hugging material, the neckline dipping low enough to reveal a whole lot of cleavage I’m trying not to stare at. “I’m pretty sure this is Juno’s, because there’s no way I would have chosen a little black dress while of sound mind.”

“You look hot, though,” my brother notes, whistling lowly when she rotates to show it off.

“Damn fucking straight,” Aero agrees heartily, and I bite my lip to suppress the snicker I almost release when I catch him practically eye fucking her where she stands in a pair of killer heels and her messy bun the embodiment of chaos.

Before she can answer, the music cuts off before Aero’s cell starts ringing, and he groans as he peers down at the screen, reluctantly taking his eyes off Silver. When he curses and sends Silver an apology-filled look, she swats the air at him and laughs. “Answer it. It’s fine. I’ll just show off the rest of this shit to the twins.”

Groaning, Aero scrambles out of his seat, rushes over to her and kisses her quickly before answering the call. “Low, man. What’s up?”

I hear Lowie Ledger's voice from the other end, but his words are lost on me, my focus still on Silver.

“I haven’t had a chance to play it yet. I’ve been distracted by a certain bubblegum baddie,” Aero snorts, winking over at Silver before he leaves the nest and shuts the door after himself, leaving just Haze and me.

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