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“Oh, hang on.”
I wait impatiently while he checks. “Oops, forgot to press send.”
“Fucking hell, man.”
“Sorry.”
He doesn’t sound sorry at all.
“How is our omega?”
“Rayne is okay. Can you get inside before they beat you to death?”
“Probably not.”
Cam taps his fingers on the dash. I can tell from his impatience, that we are going to try regardless of our impending death or not.
“See you in a few,” I mutter and hang up.
Giving Cam a brief nod, we both open the doors at the same time and launch ourselves up the steps and at the front door, which Spencer opens suddenly, and we fly through it, crashing into each other and ending up in an inelegant heap on the marble floor as Spence leans over to kick the door closed.
“Why didn’t we get a house with a driveway and big gates again?” Cam asks, rubbing his head. “This pavement to door shit is absolute bollocks.”
“Next time,” I grit out, getting to my hands and knees and then seeing a pair of small feet in white trainer socks in my view.
I look up to see the omega, standing in front of me with a tub of mint choc chip ice cream in her hand, sucking a spoon with a twinkle in her eye.
“Richard!” she exclaims. “Wow, you look a lot better than I thought you would. I’m so fucking glad you’re here and you’re okay.” She drops to her knees and envelopes me in a tight embrace that I return with envy building up inside me for my twin brother.
‘Ouch’ doesn’t even cover it.
ChapterSeventeen
Rayne
Richard pushes me away gently and stands up, helping me up as well. I blink a couple of times and then squint at him.
“Not Richard,” he says, his hand on his chest.
“Yeah, I see that now. Hmm…you are?” Drawing in his pineconey scent, I frown.
“James St. Stevens. Prime alpha of this pack.”
“Rayne Halstead.”
“As in Chief Justice Halstead?” he asks, squinting back at me.
Casting a glance across to Spencer, I see that he didn’t mention this. I guess he was waiting for everyone to be here. Makes sense.
“Is Richard okay?” I ask, peering around the men in a show of where-the-fuck-is-he.
“Yeah, fine. We need a pack meeting. Where’s Will?” James asks suddenly, glaring at Spencer. He stalks past me and bellows, “Will?”
I turn my attention to the cute light blonde-haired man, with the most remarkable hazel eyes, who got out of the car earlier, who smells like forest rain.
“Hi!” I say, awkwardly giving him a wave.
“Hi!” he responds enthusiastically. “I’m Cameron.”
