Page 81 of Truth or Pack

“I did,” I agreed. “Apparently, the gossip is that they were almost kicked out last week for getting too drunk during an event and being combative. There’s always this joke about new money and how they flaunt it around and always show out and they’re being pegged as that type.”

“Only without the money,” she snorted. “They just wish they were rich and had status. It’s been a battle my entire life.”

“There’s a planning meeting today and we were asked to show up,” Holt explained. “We’re going to go and make sure everyone knows we have an omega and would never disrespect her this way.”

She let out a small, happy noise. “If we can stop in town so I can find a proper dress, then I’m going with you.”

“Of course,” I agreed, but my brows furrowed as I tried to reason with her. “This means you’ll have to see them, princess.”

“Yup,” she agreed, already pushing her way through the screen door, making us follow her to finish this conversation.

“It also means meeting my parents,” Ash pointed out.

“Alright,” she shrugged. “You’ve met mine and they’re still causing problems. Do you really think they’ll make me run?”

God, I love this omega.

“Fair point. I know just the right shop on the way,” I told her. “My treat.”

Her smile lit up. “Turning me into a real princess?”

“You’re already a real princess. I’m turning you into a queen. One that is going to show her parents that she is the one who won in the end and they have no place in our world.”

I worried for a moment that I took it too far. Until her face split into an evil grin and she turned, running up the stairs this time.

Her scent lingered for a moment, the last remnants of her heat clinging in the air. Soon it would be washed away but I soaked in every last breath of it.

Our omega was perfect. She’d taken us all so well, was demanding and soft at the same time. It was everything I could have imagined.

Mathias broke the silence, “She asked if I wanted kids today.”

“Did you tell her we did?” Holt asked. “Was she against it?”

He smiled and shook his head. “She’s for it. It could be a possibility after last week.”

“If not, it’ll be fun to try again next time,” I said as I turned and headed for my own room. “Get ready, boys. We have an omega to show off.”

The shop that Ash chose was insane. The floors were a glittering marble, the mannequins dotting the room dressed to the nines in over-the-top gowns.

“Can I help you?” the beta seemed skeptical but kept a smile on her face.

“My girl here needs two outfits. One a ball gown for an upcoming event. Then something fitting for an afternoon at the country club today. Something that’s elegant, but unbothered,” Ash explained. “You can charge it to my card.”

He pulled out his wallet and plucked a credit card, handing it over. She glanced down at it and all that skepticism faded.

“Yes, of course,” she promised.

Then her attention was on me. It felt like she was peeling away at layers as she studied me, cataloguing every feature and flaw until she nodded once.

“Let me choose?”

“Uh, sure,” I said.

“She gets final say, but we’re open,” Ash corrected gently. The girl grinned and clapped her hand. All smiles now.

“Now, when you say unbothered. Are we talking aloof, or turn heads, draw attention, and still not give a single fuck?”

“The second for sure,” I said, liking her more and more by the second.

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