Page 8 of Single Omega Dad
“Ah, but you see, you can’t reschedule. You were sent several notices by this bank which you ignored. You’re running out of time before your accounts are frozen. It takes time to undo that sort of thing, so it seems you’re in desperate need of financial guardianship.”
“And that would be you?” The question was asked with a tone of accusation.
Suddenly, the tiny Omega at his side stepped forward gazing up at me and asked, “Is all of this yours?”
I frowned down at him. “I don’t live here, if that’s what you mean.”
Saber tugged on his son’s hand, pulling him back. “Shh, Tybor,” he said.
It felt utterly wrong to be talking to two Omegas in the front lobby of the bank. Or anywhere for that matter.
I looked up at Saber’s hard gaze. “If you’d like to follow me to my office where we can conduct our business in privacy.”
Saber’s nostrils flared slightly, letting me know he was not happy.
Who cared? It’d all be done in a half hour or less and I’d be rid of them, with only a bit of paperwork to review a couple times a month.
Again, the lilac fragrance drifted over me. Nothing too weird, or that I hated, but the responses from my body included a prickling of my skin and a strange hardening inside that felt like it was forming in the center of my ribcage.
It unnerved me because the only time I’d ever felt a response like that was when my brother Kris’s scent had changed when he and I and Trigg turned eighteen. It had made me feel crazy and out of control, violent, in fact, and all the resentments I’d had toward him of Father favoring him, calling him his perfect, golden Alpha child multiplied. I hated what he’d become. I hated even more that I was attracted in all the wrong ways toward him.
Never had I told a soul about the evil things I’d said to my own litter-mate, or about my threats toward Kris, and my disowning of him as my brother. No one knew the real reasons why. Trigg suspected, though, without me having to say a word.
But now wasn’t the time to be thinking about that bullshit.
For several seconds, we didn’t move.
“Well?” asked Saber.
I blinked the world back into focus. “This way.”
I turned and led the little group to the elevators. As we all clambered in, Tybor pulled back. “I don’t wanna.”
“It’s okay, baby,” Saber said to him. “It’s just a little car that takes us to the upper level.”
“Kid’s never been on an elevator before?” I asked.
Saber ignored me. “Hold my hand tight, okay?”
Tybor nodded, stepping up to his father’s side.
When the doors closed, Tybor buried his face in his father’s hip. Saber let go of his hand and put his arm around the kid’s shoulders, then stared straight ahead.
The other kid, the little Alpha who had remained silent the whole time, stared up at me now. He had his father’s eyes, but darker blue, almost cobalt. He smelled of salt and wind. The Alpha was strong in that one. I glanced away, thinking to myself that I hoped they stayed quiet so this meeting would go by smoothly.
When we exited the elevator onto the second floor, our footfalls were cushioned by thick, high end purple carpet. The walls gleamed white with purple trim. My door was ajar, purple with a gold plaque embossed with my name.
As we walked up to it, Saber said, without inflection, “Mathias Vandergale.”
Since I hadn’t really introduced myself, I figured now was as good a time as any. “The one and only.”
“Your father owns this bank.”
Well, well, the Omega had done his homework.
“One of two owners, but my father has the greater share,” I replied.
“And you’re going to be financial guardian to my deceased Alpha’s estate?”
