Page 98 of Their Knotty Pack
"Oh!" she says, her eyes wide. "I thought they were fucking with me when they said that!"
Miles' mouth drops open slightly at the shock of seeing the adorable, pocket-sized omega swear. "Yeah, we get that a lot." Miles admits, running a hand through his hair.
"My parents are a scent-matched omega pair as well," I add, shrugging, "but they never found a pack."
"Huh. No shit?" She says thoughtfully. Then she shakes her head like she's clearing her thoughts. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Miles, I'm Wren."
"Wren's alpha works as a bodyguard at the OMS," I tell him, "he was actually Cady's guard when she was courting packs."
"Worked." Titus chimes in from the front, and Wren grins.
"What?" I ask, turning around.
"Brennanworkedat the OMS. Past tense. He called me after that old crone fired you, asking if my employment offer still stands. So now he's working for Lone Star Security. I actually gained quite a fewnew employees yesterday." He smirks at me through the rearview mirror.
"Oh," I say quietly, not sure how I feel about that.
"It wasn't just because of you," Wren says quickly, sensing my discomfort at the fact I may have uprooted his life. "It…well, apparently Lopez has been trying to make the bodyguards more vocal for a while, trying to get them to speak up and voice opinions on different packs, when Brennan didn't feel like it was their place to do that. Even less so when she had a list of packs to talk up, the rich ones that would potentially donate more money."
"Well, shit," I murmur. "Maybe Brody needs to look into my contract after all."
We sit in a comfortable quiet for a moment, music playing low on the radio before a thought occurs to me.
"Hey Titus?"
"What's up, Beth?"
"There are a lot of omegas in here."
"Yes?"
"Well, that's a lot of smells in a very confined space. Is it not bothering you?"
"Nah. I got this alpha-gel stuff to put under my nose. I can smell exactly zero things right now."
Huh. I hadn't thought about it before, but now I'm feeling a little surprised that everyone's packs were okay with Titus playing chaperone today. Though, if I think about it, he's both mine and Hannah's brother-in-law, Brennan is Ty's buddy, and Miles…well, Miles is with me.
By the time we get to the spa, we're all chattering again about which treatments we're going to get, and that's when Cady informs us that the magazine is paying for the 'royal omega' treatment for all of us, which includes two-hour massages, facials, body scrubs, mud baths, seaweed body wraps, and a trip to the sauna.
I don't miss the way Titus' brows raise, but Cady ignores him.
"Damn. For five people?" Miles mutters to me. "They must be hoping for a lot of exposure with this piece."
"I also need to post on The Knotty Omega social media account," Cady adds, pulling out her phone. Ah, there it is.
"Okay everyone, smile!" She holds the phone up and turns so she's in the picture, capturing us all in the selfie.
"Send me that," Hannah says, stretching her arms behind her.
"Me too!" Wren pipes up, raising her hand in the air.
"I'll send it to everyone," Cady waves her off before going to the check-in counter.
"Ready for some pampering?" I ask Miles, leaning into him.
He wraps an arm around my shoulders. "Am I ever."
Eight hours later, we're all a boneless mess, and my head is so heavy I wouldn't be surprised if I passed out on the way home. The robes they gave us to put on in public areas are soft and plush, the beta masseuse I had must have had magical fingers, and my skin feels fresh and glowy.
