Page 82 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
You get called a pervert and a rapist enough, you get treated like a disgusting monster enough, and you start to believe it.
Reyna shifts in her seat and her thigh presses more firmly against mine.
My breath catches in my throat.
I know deep down that I only kissed Angie Winters, and even then, only once. We barely even held hands before that. But Angie must’ve thought badly enough of me to lie and ruin my life. There’s a reason she did that. And that reason has to do with me.
Looking back on that time before everything started, I definitely had a bit of a crush on Angie Winters, but I think that’s mostly because she was a pretty girl who wanted to spend time with me. Even before all the bullying, I was a wallflower.
With Reyna?
I think I like her. Like, actually like her.
And that’s dangerous.
Because I have no right to.
“Is this your pack house?” Reyna asks, placing a hand on my knee as she leans over me to take a peek out of the window.
I freeze. I sure do a lot of freezing when I’m around her, which is ironic, because I also feel incredibly warm.
“Y—yes,” I say, leaning back so she can take a better look.
“Wow,” she breathes out, her eyes wide. “You guys live in a mansion.”
I try and take it in through her eyes. It’s a two-story brick house with window shutters. We keep the grounds well-maintained and, in my opinion, there’s a warm, homey feeling to it. Especially in comparison to my parents’ house.
My mother is the kind of omega who’s a big fan of minimalism, for whatever reason. Lots of hard angles, walls made of glass, that sort of thing.
I can see how, in comparison to her house, ours would seem like a mansion.
“Welcome to our home, Reyna,” Killian says, turning backwards in his seat to look at her. “Theo, help Stone up to his room. Milo? Give Reyna a tour and show her to the guest room.”
“O—okay,” I nod.
My hands are shaky as I open the passenger’s side door.
Reyna hefts her duffel bag over her shoulder and eyes the house hesitantly.
I should offer to carry that for her.
But what if she doesn’t want me taking her stuff? I wouldn’t blame her.
But still, I want to do things for her.
Even though I’m a terrible alpha, by basically any metric, I still have the urge to care for her.
By the time I build up the courage to ask her if she needs help, she’s already following behind Theo and Stone.
“Let me… at least… try to get to the front door,” Stone huffs.
“Okay man, whatever you want,” Theo says, following close behind Stone in case he falls.
“Don’t push yourself too hard or else you’re going to make my job harder,” Reyna says from behind them, her brows drawn down in concern.
“Milo,” Killian says, his voice low.
He’s still sitting in the driver’s seat of the car, the window rolled down so he can talk to me.
