Page 71 of Omega's Vengeance

“I knew you’d be fine.” I lift one shoulder. “As your alpha, I shouldn’t have to explain myself to you. If I say I’m busy, then I’m busy.”

His mouth thins. “Right.” He starts to step away from me, but I grab him tighter, and pull him back against my body. “Let me go, Dario.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m mad at you,” he admits, frustration glittering in his green eyes. He tries again to get free, but I tighten my grip.

“No,” I say quietly.

“I’m not the typical omega. You don’t get to talk down to me.”

I frown. “I wasn’t. I was simply explaining myself.”

“I’ll need better communication than that. You can’t tell me to shut up and accept things because you’re my alpha. I’m never going to be okay with that.”

I can see I’ve inadvertently put his back up, so I say quietly, “I’m here now. Okay? Let’s not fight. Didn’t I protect you from Carlo? Can’t you remember the good things I do?”

He swallows hard. “You’re confusing me, Dario. One minute you’re bossy and the next sweet. What do you expect me to do when you go back and forth so much?”

“I expect you to submit to me when needed, like a good little omega.”

He squints. “Oh, really? Since when do I submit to you?”

I smirk. “I can think of at least three occasions.”

He starts to pull away again, but I scoop him up into my arms.

Paul laughs from where he’s standing on the other side of the SUV. “Get him, boss.”

Alessio squeaks, “Put me down.”

“You’re not going anywhere, Alessio. Now stop fighting me and acknowledge you can’t live without me.”

“Somebodies full of himself,” mumbles Alessio.

“You’re not getting away,” I rumble. “We’ve already ordered the wedding cake, and there are no refunds.”

“That’s why we have to get married?” He arches one brow. “Because there’s no refund on the cake?”

“It’s one reason.” I head for the house. “The other is I’m not letting you go because I don’t want to.”

At first, Alessio scowls up at me, but then he slips his arms around my neck. “You really are such a Neanderthal, Dario,” he mumbles, trying not to smile.

Chapter Sixteen

Alessio

Dario lays me carefully on his bed. My heart races as he begins to strip off his jacket, shirt, and tie. I watch him, running my eyes over the sculpted muscles of his chest and shoulders. “We can’t have sex, Dario. I just had surgery.”

He hesitates. “Oh. Well, we can do other stuff.”

I frown at him. “No. I’m still mad at you. I’m not doing anything with you until you explain yourself. You should have been the one to bring me home. Instead you shoved me off on Paul. Why?”

“You got here, didn’t you?” He shrugs. “What’s the big deal?”

“It’s a big deal to me. Something changed from the time we looked at cakes, until you arrived at the hospital and grabbed Carlo.”

A muscle works in his cheek, but he doesn’t speak.

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