Page 64 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
“So, the Graylock Pack is taking care of you?” Luna asks, changing the subject.
“Yeah, you could say that. They managed to get my family a house, here on the Northside, and I guess I’m expected to stay with them.”
Luna’s brows draw down in confusion.
“You—you don’t seem to be very happy about that. Do you want to stay with them?”
Yes.
No.
Why would I want to stay with a whole pack of alphas? Alphas wholiedto me. Alphas who got me into this whole fucking mess.
Alphas who’ve offered your entire family a fucking golden ticket you should be grateful for.
Alphas who did stupid shit, forcing my family to move away from everything we’ve ever known.
But was everything you knew really all that good?
I grit my teeth. Look at me, arguing with myself like I’m insane.
“I don’t know,” I whisper, my voice barely audible, even to myself.
“Well, that’s not a no,” Luna says, kindly. “Or at least not an automatic no.”
“And that’s a good thing?” I let out a soft, bitter laugh.
She shrugs. “I’m not going to pretend to know what you went through, but—but I do know what it’s like to be a terrified Southside omega thrown into this ridiculous Northside world. The fact you’re not running screaming is a good sign, in my book.”
“Good sign for what, exactly?” I glance to the side, clenching my hands into fists in my pockets, relishing the sting of the cuts there. “And technically, I did run. Just not screaming.”
“Well, you’re not running anymore,” she says. How can she smile so effortlessly? She was kidnapped and tortured a few months ago. Is it because of her pack? Do they seriously make her that happy? “And I think you not saying no automatically is a good sign for your future with the pack.”
I jerk backward like I was just slapped by her words.
She says them so casually. Like she’s certain that thereisa future with the Graylock pack.
“Wh—what?”
She tilts her head, her gaze assessing. I don’t like how vulnerable I feel, standing next to her. It’s like she can read my mind.
“I think you’re afraid,” she whispers.
“What? No I’m not—” I say, far too quickly.
I clench my jaw so hard it aches.
Okay, maybe she’s right.
“Fine,” I huff, lowering my voice and glancing warily at her bondmate. The last thing I want is a nosy alpha listening in on this part of the conversation.
“Madden, baby?” Luna asks, without even turning around. “Could you wait a little further away?”
Madden nods wordlessly, before leaving the two of us to talk.
My shoulders deflate a little.
“Thank you.”
