Page 44 of Omega Untamed
A little jealousy flashed through me. “That’s great.”
“I’ll admit, a part of me never believed in the fated mates myth. It’s romantic fiction. That’s what I believed. But then I saw Kyto. And I just knew. He had a look when he saw me, too. I was so glad it wasn’t one-sided. Wouldn’t that have been a tragedy!”
“It would have,” I agreed.
“Kyto works for the planning department. Low level management right now, but he’s climbing that corporate ladder. We’ll be out of this complex and into our own house probably by next year.”
“That’s great news!” I meant it. Sort of. This Omega in the pink shorts sure liked to talk.
“You’re welcome to come over any time for a glass of wine. We can gossip a bit. I can fill you in on all the Omegas who live in the complex.”
“Thank you. Maybe some time.”
“But not today?” Del had the audacity to look disappointed. And we didn’t even know each other.
“Can’t right now. I have plans,” I lied.
“That’s cool.”
Suddenly, I heard the front door open. Every part of me froze for a moment. I quickly shook that off and said, “Hey, gotta go right now. Later!”
I backed quickly into the kitchen, but not quickly enough.
Bast strode toward me, eyeing the open door. He grabbed my upper arm and yanked me back. “What are you doing?”
Still holding onto me, he shut and locked the door with his free hand, then spun about to glare at me.
I tried to pull out of his grasp but he had me in a firm grip. The black robe was already short. As he held my arm at a weird angle, the thin satiny material rode up.
I shouldn’t have cared. I didn’t. Not really. But this was Bast who was a gangster, a no-nonsense sort of Alpha, and the guy who’d saved my life. And I felt completely exposed. I wasn’t usually intimidated by Alphas. Not usually concerned with their opinions, either, except pertaining to my attractiveness, and whether they wanted me or not. It was my bottom line. Luring them and getting paid.
This was different. I felt at once guilty, ashamed, defensive and angry. His fingers on my arm were hurting me. On purpose. He was furious.
I gave a growl and again tried to spin away. It didn’t work. “I was getting some fresh air. Gods!”
He yanked me again, but he must have seen something cross my face because he dropped my arm right away. “You were talking to someone!”
“Just an Omega. He lives next door and one flight up.”
Bast shook his head. “I can’t believe it. I told you not to speak to anyone. No one can know you’re here!”
He was right, of course. I stomped my foot like a child. “I know! I know it! But I’ve been cooped up here for days. I only went on the little porch for a breath of fresh air. I didn’t see anyone around. I thought it would be safe.”
“You thought? You?”
I blinked at him. So he did think me stupid. He looked me up and down. My skin tingled as if it could feel the pressure of his gaze.
“You aren’t even dressed!”
I opened my mouth to make a retort, but nothing came out. I backed up and the backs of my knees hit a kitchen chair. I sat, gazing up at him. Then I lowered my head. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t. Just don’t.”
Bast went to the cupboard and started throwing things on the counter. Food items. He was going to prepare a meal.
“I already ate,” I said softly.
“That’s fine. I’m hungry, though.” He was terse. Cold.
