Page 59 of Enticing Little Omega

Christa

Iwoke up wrapped in them.

Drew’s arm slung across my stomach, his leg tangled with mine. William curled at my back, warm breath at my neck. Annerly’s hand tucked beneath my ribs, thumb brushing lazy circles over my skin. And Anton, all his solid and steady muscles at my feet, one hand resting against my ankle like he couldn’t bear not to touch.

But it wasn’t just their bodies that held me. It was the bond.

Soft and warm, it hummed in my chest. I could feel them—really feel them. Their peace. Their love. The steady thrum of knowing I belonged. After everything, I was theirs. And they were mine.

It was overwhelming and quiet and perfect.

I smiled into the pillow, letting it sink in for another breath. Then another.

Eventually, my bladder won the war against my contentment. I slipped out carefully, pressing a kiss to Drew’s jaw and skimming my fingers over Annerly’s wrist to keep from startling him. William stirred but didn’t wake and I had to suppress the urge to not giggle when I saw Anton grab William's ankle instead.

I padded to the bathroom, cleaned up, grabbed one of Anton’s enormous T-shirts, and made my way downstairs, planning nothing more than tea, toast, and maybe the strawberry jam I’d noticed yesterday.

I didn’t expect to findher.

Tracy was at the kitchen table, legs crossed, holding a porcelain mug like it was a damn crystal glass, sitting on the kitchen stool like it was her goddamn throne.

I froze.

“Good morning, Cindy,” she said smoothly. “Sleep well?”

My heart jerked like a rabbit caught in a snare.

I forced my hands to relax. My scent to stay neutral. My voice to stay calm. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

She sipped the tea and smirked. “Neither were you, if I recall.”

I didn’t rise to it. Didn’t scream. Didn’t call for the others.

I stepped closer, pulling together all of my inner strength. “It’s too late. I’m bonded. To all of them.”

Tracy laughed.Laughed. A sharp, demented sound like glass breaking.

“Oh, sweetie,” she cooed. “That’s exactly what I wanted.”

I blinked.

“You think you’re clever,” she said, rising from her chair like a panther stretching after the kill. “Running away, hiding out in that stupid little town. Pretending you could escape the system. But the truth, darling girl, you escaped nothing. I might not havebeen able to find you without my idiot sons finding you first, but the fact of the matter is Ididfind you.”

No. Just no.

“And to make matters even better you all played right into my hands. You’re underage and courting without your legal guardian’s permission. No one of importance even knows you're an Omega and now... now you’ve handed me the perfect scandal.” She leaned in, voice gleaming with satisfaction. “Do you know what it means, Christa, that they mated with you without formal courtship? Without even declaring intent through one of the Omega Centres?”

I clenched my teeth. “It means I chose them. And they chose me.”

“It means,” she said, lips curling, “they’ve brokenhalf a dozen federal lawsand Pack Court regulations. And I have it all, right here—” she tapped her long red nail on a folder on the table. “Enough to blackmail them back under my control. Back where they belong.”

My stomach turned.

“You think they’ll risk their careers for you? Their reputations? You think their Beta will keep his medical license? That William will keep his company? You’re an Omega. Emotional, soft-hearted, naïve. The authorities will forgive you. But them?” She clicked her tongue. “They’ll be ruined. Unless…”

I didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

She grinned. “Unless they do what I say.”

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