Page 84 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
God, I love it when she says my name.
“Y—yeah,” I stutter out, reaching up and rubbing the back of my neck. “Sorry. Yeah, I’ll give you a tour.”
“Great, thanks. Last thing I’d want is to poke around somewhere I’m not allowed.”
“There’s nowhere in the house you can’t go,” I shrug. “You’re staying here, so it’s your house too.”
Her brows draw down. She doesn’t believe me. Dammit. Is it me? Or is it the whole situation?
“How—how about I show you to your room first? So you can set your stuff down?”
“Okay, lead the way.”
Her petrichor scent fills my lungs as I walk past her and down the hall to our guest room.
It’s simple, with a king-sized bed and a dresser that I don’t think has been used since we bought this house. The moment she walks in here, I start noticing all of its deficiencies.
The comforter isn’t the soft kind that omegas like. The blinds are those hard-wood kind of vertical blinds and not soft curtains. There aren’t any decorations to make it feel more lived in, not even a stock photo picture on the wall.
“I’m sorry, I know it’s not much, we can?—”
“You’re kidding, right?” She asks me, her eyes wide. “This room is huge.”
She steps into the room, peeking into the empty walk-in closet.
“Really?” I ask her.
“Yeah, this closet was the size of my old room before I moved into the garage, back at my parents’ place," she says.
My brows draw down in concern. There are some Northside homes where the walk-in closets are massive, but this room isn’t one of them.
“The closet isn’t very big,” I say, quietly.
“Yeah, technically, my old bedroom was a closet," she shrugs.
My parents have always been wealthy. Not ridiculously rich, but I never grew up without the material things I wanted. I’ve had the best computers and the best technology money could buy ever since I was able to articulate my interest in them.
The way Reyna so casually mentions she slept in a closet before moving down to a garage, presumably to give her three younger siblings more space, makes my chest tight.
“Holy shit, this bathroom is fancy as hell!” She says, after dropping her duffel bag at the foot of the bed.
It’s just a bathroom, but it makes her so excited.
“Do you—do you want to see the rest of the house?” I ask her, staying close to the bedroom door so she doesn’t feel like I’m invading her space.
She spins around, her hair swirling around her shoulders as she eyes me up and down, her hands on her hips.
“Tell me, Milo, what’s your deal.”
“My—my deal?”
“I mean, none of you guys really act like any alphas I’ve ever met. But you’re seriously different. So, what’s your deal?”
Dread instantly pools in my gut and I stare down at the floor in front of me.
I’ve always been told I’m different. It goes past just what my body looks like, I’ve never had the dominant kind of personality alphas have either. Every day I live in this packhouse with three of the most confident guys I’ve ever met serves as a reminder of just how different I am.
Stone? He has a reputation in the police force for being the go-to guy if you want to get something done.
