Page 28 of In Doubt
That’s what omegas can do to you, if you don’t keep your head screwed on straight. Whip away your senses and before you know it they’re making demands on you to give up your pack.
I run my hand through my hair and follow in her footsteps.
“So what can you tell us about this place?” I ask Giorgie, my gaze on her face and not the temple.
“It’s a temple dedicated to the Goddess Isis,” Jake says from behind me.
“Did you write a paper on this temple?” I ask him, not taking my eyes off Giorgie.
“No,” he grumps. Giorgie smothers a smile before launching into an excitable history of the place, hardly drawing breath as she walks towards the temple interior, the light shifting from bright to dark as we walk through the shadows cast by the pillars.
Her enthusiasm is infectious. Even Jake is captivated and keeping his mouth shut for once, even if I assume he knows all this stuff already. I’m not a history nerd by any stretch of the imagination, but I have to admit this place is special. Or perhaps that’s the influence of the omega’s intoxicating scent.
It’s sweet. Crackling on the end of my tongue and tickling every nerve in my nostrils. It’s like it’s alive, curling through the air and entwining me in its gasp. Heating my blood like a warm embrace. Relaxing and calming all that usual energy that buzzes through my body.
No wonder Jake’s been busting a gut every time he’s in a class with her.
This scent would have me chasing Giorgie all over campus. Just for a hit of it.
Inside, the temple is cool and dark and it takes my eyes a moment to adjust to the light. Then I see the inscription on the walls. In some places it has worn away completely, in others it’s as deep and intricate looking as the day it was carved. We pause by some of the drawings, Giorgie explaining their meaning and then we wander deeper inside. Here some of the original paint work remains, the colours muted by time, yet the vividness of the shades are still obvious.
“I never met someone who loved this shit as much as Jake,” Aiden says as a particular carving captures her attention and her words wither away.
“I guess it’s one thing we have in common,” she says absentmindedly.
I look between the two of them. I’d say those two have quite a bit in common. After all, Jake can be a giant brat when he wants to be too.
My packmate comes to join her, bending over to examine what she’s found and the two of them whisper to and fro in excited tones.
I motion with my head to the others and we walk back out into the courtyard finding a step in the shade to sit on.
“Is that the same omega from the airport?” I say to the others.
“She certainly seems a lot less pissy than she did,” Dylan says, stretching out his long legs.
“And even more fucking potent,” Aiden mutters.
“You think she’s really as bad as Jake’s been making her out to be all this time?”
Aiden shrugs. “According to him they fight all the time.”
“Unresolved sexual tension,” Dylan says.
“Since when has sexual tension ever been unresolved between an alpha and omega. We’re not like that. We’re made for the rutting and the knotting.” I huff out a puff of air, realising my own body is taut with sexual tension, watching as Giorgie steps back into the courtyard and she fiddles with the neck of her blouse.
“Yeah,” Dylan says dreamily, his own gaze drifting that way too. “I wouldn’t mind finding a sweet, little omega like her for our pack. Someone who’d build a nice little nest in our home and let us rut them through their heat. Someone who I can snuggle up with at night. Someone who’d bind us all together.”
Dylan’s always been the most sentimental out of the four of us, the most romantic. Must be that bloody Welsh poetic blood of his.
I kick at the dusty ground. “We don’t need that kind of turmoil. Not when our pack is so new. We need to get ourselves sorted first before we start worrying about any omega.” An omega like the one out there who none of us can keep our eyes off. Yeah, it’s easy to say all that stuff, another to mean it. I shake the thought away. “Besides, I’ve got too much playing the field to do before I settle down.”
“You’re not settled down with us?” Dylan asks, with mock hurt.
I rest my hand on his thigh, squeezing gently.
“You know what I mean.”
“I don’t know,” Dylan says. “I think an omega for our pack, an omega who belonged to us all, that we would share and love together, would be a good thing.”
