Page 36 of Talk About… Trouble

“I’m always excited to go out and have a good time,” I promised. “Plus, next time will be my turn.”

“It is,” he agreed. “I’m paying attention to what you guys like so I can plan accordingly.”

I loved that he was observant enough to pick things out we loved. Though, I doubt he’d be able to sniff out my love for dinner theater.

There was just something about the cheesy, gimmicky performances that made me so happy.

“I should have worn a different shirt,” she said, glancing down at the band that was definitely notReckless Omegas.

“Don’t worry, I have that covered, too,” he said with a grin. “My sister helped me find some merch for us at the closest mall. We’ll fit right in.”

“You really thought of everything,” she said, impressed enough she gave me a look that said, ‘can you believe this’, but I was still focused on that scent she hit us with.

Her omega was waking up, and I was more certain than ever she was mine.

The rest of the day leading up to the concert I was waiting for more bursts of her omega. Maybe it had something to do with us forming this pack that caused it, but I wanted more, a confirmation that I wasn’t just going crazy.

Wren was the epitome of excitement as we walked up to the venue. We had on matching band tees and she made Nash stop at the drugstore to grab some makeup, somehow making herself look sexy as hell while he drove us here, her eyes now lined in hot pink and smokey gray, black lipstick, and even her hair was teased more to fit the vibe.

I hadn’t escaped unscathed. She happily lined my eyes in a sexy smudge of black I’d never worn before. I kind of loved it.

She was in her element now. The energy in the venue was insane. People were already excitedly screaming and singing the lyrics in the crowd.

Nash snagged us seats in the front row, so his claims to having contacts were clearly true.

All I know is that this first date would be hard to top.

The all-omega group walked out on stage and I realized just how perfectly Wren matched their aesthetic of black and pink. They were full of energy and yelling out at the crowd, hyping them up. Us along with it.

Soon I was swept up in the energy, singing along to the familiar songs and dancing my ass off to the rest. I’d been to concerts before, but coming with Wren was a whole new experience.

She was singing at the top of her lungs and reaching out to the band as they passed by. The lead singer reached down, givingher a fist bump and a wink that had our girl turning and jumping onto Nash like she was climbing a tree.

The kiss she planted on his lips was hot as fuck, full of tongue and teeth, his scent swelling enough the people around us shot them dirty looks.

Me? I was captivated. They were hot as fuck together. I couldn’t wait to get them both in my nest.

She let go as they started up the next song, rushing back to me to hook our arms together as she launched into another round of backup vocals.

Nash moved in closer, pressing himself against our backs, a hand resting on each of our hips as he joined in.

When he started singing along, too, I burst out laughing. It was funny how unexpectedly perfect they both were.

I almost wished I had a family or close friends to show them off to, but after I left home, I spent so long looking for companionship in all the wrong people. Even my friendships were shallow and one-sided, always resulting in me being left behind or used.

I’d barely known these two for more than a few days and I already knew that they’d never do that to me.

As the band finished their last set, they started tossing their guitar picks and drumsticks to the crowd. The same omega that fist bumped Wren earlier walked over to hand over a set of drumsticks to her with another wink.

“Congrats on your new pack, girl.” Wren gasped, clutching them to her chest as she turned to Nash who was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“You did all this for me?”

“For us,” he corrected, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and smiling softly.

We were both hanging on every word, her because of the incredible night, and me because our alpha was absolutely a romantic and I was loving it.

“I want my omegas to know I’m all in, head over heels already, and more than ready to court you both because you deserve this done right.”

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