Page 73 of Deadly Sweet

Our lives were too busy to do anything but work, come home, eat, sleep, and spend time with our daughter.

I’m not sure exactly what Leroy has been doing while he’s been home the past few months, but Ashley is in her early twenties, and I know he wouldn’t have tried anything with her.

“We will always be thankful for everything you’ve done. I’m sorry things are ending like this, but you know how this world works. Savannah is our Omega. We will not disrespect her by having another woman in the house.”

Her face grows angry. “She’s crazy! She tried to kill me. If you kick me out for her, I’m going to go to the cops and press charges. You can’t be with your Omega when she’s behind bars.”

Something inside me snaps, the need to protect my Omega consuming me.

Growling, I take a step forward, causing her to stumble back against the wall. She looks up at me with fear-filled eyes. “Don’t fucking threaten my Omega,” I snarl. “You have no fucking clue who I am. If you push me, I’ll make you disappear. I’ll make sure you regret being alive. Do you understand me?”

“Y-yes,” she stammers, tears spilling down her cheeks.

I can’t believe I felt sorry for this woman. We did everything right to keep this professional. It was her who took it too far, making shit up in her head that wasn’t true.

“I swear to god, Ashley, if you fuck with me or my pack, I will make your life a living hell,” I warn with a growl before stepping away from her.

Getting in the truck, I slam the door shut and peel out of the parking lot.

She better not start shit, because it’s not going to be me or the guys she has to worry about. My Little Killer can handle her all on her own.

Only, I don’t want her to have to. Not when she has us at her side now.

By the time I make it across the city, I find myself eager to get back to her.

As I’m driving to pick up the food, a store catches my eye. “Fuck,” I mutter, then yank the steering wheel to the left into the store’s parking lot.

Our house is not ready for an Omega, especially since we never planned on having one. We have some extra rooms, so her not having a place of her own won’t be an issue, but there are things Omegas need.

Grabbing my phone from my pocket, I make a phone call.

“Walker, my boy, it’s been too long,” my mother’s sweet voice sounds from the other side.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Is that Walker?” I hear my little sister Laura ask. “Put him on speakerphone.”

“You're on speaker,” Mom tells me, and I sigh.

“Why? The nosy little brat doesn’t need to listen.”

“Yes, I do.” Laura laughs. “And so does Ari.”

“What are you both doing at home? Shouldn’t you be at school?” My twin sisters, Laura and Ari, are twenty-three and attend a university not too far from where we live.

“Came home for the weekend, duh. Our dorms don’t have a swimming pool.”

“Right.” I roll my eyes. “How could I ever forget?”

“How’s my grandbaby?” Mom asks.

“She’s fine. Better than ever. Growing every day. But that’s not why I’m calling.”

“Okay, so why are you calling?” Ari asks.

“Not to talk to you,” I grumble.

“Walker, honey,” Mom says softly. “Are you okay?”

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