Page 59 of Deadly Sweet

Leroy

Between Athena beingup most of the night and my mind unable to stop thinking of the unhinged Omega who just so happens to be scent matched to my pack, I got zero sleep last night.

Walker and I spent hours with Athena in her nursery talking, trying to get her back to sleep. She wasn’t crying, just a happy little baby with no desire to sleep.

She has us wrapped around her little finger, so we didn’t mind, just enjoying the time with her.

We’ve decided that as long as Savannah doesn’t pose a threat to our daughter, we’re going to give this a chance.

I’ve been asking myself if I need my damn head checked or something because I can’t believe we’re really doing this. We’re allowing a killer into our home, into our lives.

But that's how it works in our world, scent matches are not something you fuck with. I’ve spent years watching the Omegas I was in charge of find their packs, their scent matches. I watched how their whole world changed and how they only lived for each other.

It’s a powerful thing, one I know not to mess with or fight against.

For a minute, I thought Walker was going to fight his bond to Savannah, but I saw how fast he started to grow agitated being away from her, a woman he had just met earlier last night and hardly had a conversation with, yet his mind and body were going crazy without her.

I knew Caleb and Jake were goners. Not only is she their scent match, but she’s the girl they’ve spent years trying to find.

That’s another factor that played a big part in our decision to make this work.

What Savannah has been through had to be horrifying. We might not know all the details, but we’re not stupid. We know the horror stories of Corbin.

It makes me sick to my stomach to think about what she’s had to endure.

If we can give her a better life, then I want that.

Only if bringing her here, into our lives, doesn’t harm our daughter.

We know we really don’t have anything to worry about. Caleb’s sister wouldn’t allow just anyone into her home. If Savannah were a danger, Daphne would have killed her a long time ago.

If she trusts her, then I know Caleb does.

It’s not the first time we looked past a morally grey lifestyle. Caleb’s been doing it for years.

Is it something I like? No, not really. But I’ve seen more than my fair share of morally corrupt men in my lifetime to understand the need for what Caleb does. Even for what Daphne does.

I don’t agree with murder, but if it’s someone who’s so sick and evil that ending their life makes the world a better and safer place, I’m willing to look past it.

I’m still not sure how this is all going to work, but I know I want nothing to do with that side of Savannah. Caleb gets a hard-on for it. Me? I’ll be supportive from the sidelines.

“When are they getting here?” Walker asks.

Lowering the newspaper, I grab my coffee and look over at my packmate pacing back and forth.

He’s conflicted. There’s a part of him screaming to go to Savannah, to wrap her up in his arms and make her his, but the fact is, we just met her. And she’s not just any old stranger, we literally found her trying to get rid of a dead body.

Grabbing my phone off the table, I open the text message thread between Caleb and me.

“He said he was leaving about ten minutes ago. So, any minute now.”

Walker stops and turns to face me. “Am I crazy? I have to be.”

A smile twitches on my lip. “You're an Alpha who just found his scent match. Your emotions and urges are going to be out of whack for a bit. We left right after, you didn’t get any time together. Jake and Caleb spent the night with her, so what you're feeling is the stress of being apart. The unknown. Your mind is telling you that you just found your reason to breathe, and then the air is being taken out of your lungs.”

“I don’t like it,” he grumbles, fisting his hand and rubbing it against his chest. “I don’t like any of this. I liked my life before. I liked going to work, hanging out with you guys, and being a dad to Little Bug.”

“I know how you feel about Omegas, but this is different.”

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