Page 11 of Talk About… Trouble

“Where’s our other—?” My words cut off as another omega stepped out behind her. She must have been crouched down, picking up one of the boxes. As she stood up and met my eyes, the breath was stolen right from my lungs.

She was gorgeous. Not just pretty, but ‘stop your heart’ breathtaking.

The omega had these big, beautiful eyes lined in thick lashes. Her hair was a gorgeous platinum blonde that hung straight around her shoulders, shining in the elevator lighting.

She was taller than our other roommate, and my mouth watered as my eyes trailed down her body. Her hips were wide, tapered in at the waist so the flare was even more noticeable. There was the usual omega softness that only made her that much more appealing.

I didn’t realize I was into omegas until now. Then again, I wouldn’t care what her designation was at this point.

As they shuffled out of the elevator, I was hit by Grace’s scent first. It was a mix of green tea and sweet mint. A little overpowering, but thanks to us not being compatible, it was subtle enough that I knew I could live with it.

Much to my disappointment, the second scent that hit me was delicious, but unfortunately, also subtle.

Watermelon and strawberry. It reminded me of summertime, and I had a feeling her smile would do the same.

But from the shadows in her eyes, I wasn’t sure if those came easy.

“I’m Devon. And you are?”

“Wren,” she responded, struggling under the weight of the box.

I moved forward and scooped it out of her hands. It was heavy as hell, but I managed to not buckle under the pressure. This would be a time that alphas would come in handy.

“Just stop the elevator for a second,” Grace said, but instead of waiting for one of us to do it, she dodged around us and did it herself. The way she spoke and acted was like a stream of consciousness, never truly processing it before she moved. This omega was going to keep us on our toes.

We unloaded everything before we released the elevator, letting the doors close.

“We can just throw everything in the living room and then get you guys settled afterwards,” I offered as I led the way down to our apartment. “We’re room 333. Maybe it’s a lucky number since we got all threes.”

“I love that!” Grace said, letting out a musical laugh that suited her. “I hear these apartments are huge. It’ll be a nice change. My last place was super cozy, but it was a small cottage. And, honestly? I just hated being alone.”

“I hear you on that,” I agreed. “We omegas aren’t built for that life.”

Wren didn’t say much as we carried things in, but it was like my entire world now revolved around her. I was aware of where she was, what she was doing, without even trying.

I nearly dropped the bag I was holding. My hands were so sweaty.

This was completely out of character for me. I was generally sure of myself and calm. Right now, I was simply a hot mess.

When we finally closed our apartment door after two more trips downstairs, I was exhausted, but my mind was going a million miles an hour.

Wren didn’t speak much, but Grace made up for both of us being quiet. Honestly, it was nice having her around as a buffer.She filled this empty, quiet apartment with her energy, and I found myself smiling more than I had in a while.

Mostly because walking around your apartment smiling to yourself makes you look like a lunatic.

While they managed to divvy up the boxes to their respective rooms, I went to the kitchen. Thankfully, I knew they were coming in and prepared. I pulled out everything I needed for a cute little charcuterie board. I’d even found an amazing board at the local omega shop. It was a dark wood tray that was simple, but elegant.

Maybe I was going a little above and beyond to impress the girl that captured my attention, but I also wanted my roommates to like me.

When I placed the last salami rose on the board and arranged the berries to perfection, I had no choice but to go search them out.

I poked my head in the first room, which Grace had apparently claimed, but she was chattering away on the phone, so I didn’t disturb her.

Instead, I went for Wren, who was quietly putting everything away. It was very apparent that most of what we had carried up belonged to Grace. Wren only had a couple of boxes, and she was nearly finished already.

I knocked gently on the door, and she flinched, looking sheepish as she glanced up at me.

“Sorry,” she muttered, looking embarrassed. At least she wasn’t scared of me. This omega looked one wrong move from running away.

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