Page 39 of Deadly Sweet

But my job is risky. Every time I put on my badge and uniform it could be the last time. I didn’t think it was right to put that kind of stress on an Omega. It would also have been a distraction knowing she would be at home, worried if I was going to make it back to her. Any distraction could be a death sentence. It’s what was for the best.

It’s the same mindset everyone in our pack had. Well, everyone but Jake.

The years went by, we grew older, and honestly, our lives still stayed busy.

Walker has a job where he risks his life every day as well. Leroy did as well until he retired from the army, but that was before he met us. Then he took on a job at Calling Wood University as a Beta bodyguard for their Omegas.

He worked there for a while until just a year or so ago. After the last Omega, Spencer, met his pack and he was no longer needed, he decided to retire.

That's how the idea of having a baby got brought up. None of us wanted to bring an Omega into our lives at this point. Not because we didn’t want one, but because most Omegas are already packed up and starting their lives. Plus, dating has never really worked out.

Our pack is purely friendship based, all of us are like brothers. We were more than happy to share the same Omega, but there was neverthe one, you know? And the idea of having more than one woman in the house wasn’t a smart idea. Omega’s are territorial and unless they are also in a relationship with one another, it could be a bloodbath no one would want to deal with.

Leroy suggested we hire a surrogate. That he would stay at home with the baby when he or she was born.

It didn’t take much convincing; we all wanted kids. We knew right away it was the right choice for us. We met with an agency and found the perfect match. We got a donor egg, mixed our little swimmers together, and the rest is history. Nine months later, Athena was born, and I fell in love so damn hard. She became my everything, my world. I never thought I’d ever feel so strongly about another living being in my life.

That is until tonight. When I stepped up to this sexy little Omega who is my scent match and has my cock rock hard.

It felt like everything inside me shifted, and now all I want to do is live for her. To breathe for her. To fucking kill for her.

I’ve never thought I’d be lucky enough to find my scent match. But here we are.

Sure, she’s a little crazy, but that just means she’s fun.

Part of the reason I was never actively searching for an Omega was because, for the most part, Omegas are sweet, kind, and loving. They want to take care of their Alphas, to settle down and pop out their babies. And that’s cool and all. But knowing me, I’d be bored. Maybe not if they were my scent match, not if this feeling coursing through me tells me anything about how intense these bonds are.

But fucking hell I’m so damn glad that it’s her.

Sure, there’s a dead body on the ground, but my Little Omega said he deserved it, and I believe her. I have no reason not to.

Okay, she’s a complete stranger, but my heart is telling me she’s right. And my heart wouldn’t lie to me, right? And my cock. My cock is very much telling me we agree with anything and everything she says, and he definitely wouldn’t lie to me.

He’s got a good head about these kinds of things. I bet if I said that out loud, my Little Omega would have laughed. I feel like she would understand my jokes.

“Wait...” she says, narrowing her eyes. “Did you say sister?”

“Yup,” I grin, my eyes unable to keep still. I just want to look over every inch of her body. My hands twitch with the need to reach out and touch her.

I don’t because it’s not only me that found my scent match, but the whole pack. Okay, not the whole pack, Walker and I. We still need to talk to poor Jake about this. He’s standing behind us, watching, listening. I’ll check on him in a moment because things have just gotten a hell of a lot more complicated. “Little sis by a good ten years.”

“I thought Jerry was her brother.” She gives me an adorable little frown.

“Jerry?” I ask, cocking my head to the side. “We have a brother named Jeremy.”

“Yeah, him.” She snaps her fingers and points to me. “I changed his name by the way. I like Jerry better.”

I chuckle. She’s so damn adorable.

I shouldn’t be outright speaking of my brother's name, it’s too risky, but I mean if she knows Daphne, then she already knows a hell of a lot.

If my sister’s clean-up crew is here disposing of a body, then I think it’s safe to chat.

I’m about to ask her how she knows him, seeing as how he’s been gone for a really long time. And the fact that he’s been undercover for years now.

“Wait, you didn’t tell us your name,” I point out.

“I did.” She grins. Little shit. I can already tell she’s a brat. And I love it. My cock jerks in my jeans.

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