Page 10 of Mating the Omega
He pulled the other chair back up to the table and sat. “You looked like you could use a treat. I’m pretty sure you haven’t told us everything that’s happened to you.” He frowned and tapped absently on the table. “Abel’s looking into your story. I think—” He paused, and the tapping changed rhythm. “I think I can talk him into letting you stay. The worst case scenario is that I get you fake papers and he hacks the system to make it look like you’ve been here a while.”
I froze, a strand of spaghetti hanging from my mouth. Red waited for me to speak, then nodded at the pasta hanging from my mouth. “You going to eat that?” There was a hint of that hungry look in his eyes, but oddly enough, it didn’t worry me. Of course, I’d just offered myself to his Alpha, so I was probably safe.
I slurped the spaghetti in and wiped my mouth with the napkin. “You’d do that?”
He shrugged. “We wouldn’t want to. If we can work this through official channels, it’s better for everyone. Let’s call the other one our last ditch effort.”
I flushed, though I don’t know why. “Thank you.” It had been a while since anyone had gone this far out of their way for me. Us. I wasn’t sure what to do with the offer. “I hope whatever a True Omega is good for is worth the trouble.” There. That sounded appropriately submissive.
Red grunted, whether it was in agreement, or denial, I couldn’t tell. Rather than risk putting my foot in my mouth again, I turned back to the food.
We didn’t talk again until a couple of minutes after I’d finished eating. I was sitting back, relishing the sleepy relaxation of a slightly overfilled belly and sipping at my drink, when the door opened. It was the Alpha.
“Where’s your father? I’ll send someone to get him.”
I sat up, all sleepiness gone. “He won’t come.”
The Alpha frowned. “Why not?”
“He’ll think it’s a trick.” It had been tried before.
“Then how do you suggest we get him to come here?”
“You’re accepting my proposal?”
“Perhaps. I certainly accept to bring you both here and provide a home.”
I frowned. “I want assurances.”
He laughed. “You’re sitting in my security building, on my side of the wall, with nowhere to go and no way to get there. What assurances are there?”
A cold bolt of fear shot through me, but I didn’t mind. This, I knew. This was what I’d expected and as disappointing as it was, there was a certain comfort in knowing exactly where I stood.
Red stood up. “Stop it, Abel. He wants assurances, he should get them. He’s got no reason to trust us.”
To my surprise, the Alpha backed down. That was…different.
Red turned to me and said, “Close your mouth before the flies get in. This isn’t your old pack.”
I closed my mouth and secretly crossed my fingers that it was true.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
In the end, Mac decided that the simplest solution, and also the most complicated, was to bring Jason with them. Mac and Abel left the omega in the interview room while they organized the outing, though Mac had argued that he could be left in the break room, where there was a TV and comfortable chairs. Abel had vetoed that, though.
“He doesn’t trust us enough.” He thrust some papers at Mac. “Here, sign these.” Travel documents, official declarations of where they were going, how long they planned to stay there, the purpose of their visit. Mac signed, and Abel ran them through the fax, sending them down to the gate and to the Bureau of Preternatural Beings. “If what I’ve been able to piece together is true, he’ll run.”
“I’m not sure about that. He seems to be settling down. He just needs a little hope.” He grabbed his jacket and tossed Abel’s to him.
Abel sighed and thrust his arms into the sleeves. “Can we use your other car?”
“You plan to smuggle him out in the seat?”
“You have a better idea?”
Mac shook his head. “I don’t have any ideas. You called his pack?”
“Yeah.”
