Page 100 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
I peek over her head towards the mirror.
“I look stupid.”
She shakes her head. “You look incredibly yummy, Alpha.”
Alpha.
My body reacts to that word. She’s never called me it before.
I growl low in my throat.
“Careful, baby girl,” I warn her. “You’re playing with fire here.”
She smiles at me like she knows exactly what she’s doing. Then she removes the glasses and reaches for another pair. These are heavier set. They look just as ridiculous when she pushes them up my nose, but her eyes seem to heat with genuine attraction as she appraises me.
“I think you might need a few pairs,” she whispers into my ear. “For different occasions. You look like Clark Kent in these.”
“You like Clark Kent?” I ask her, my hands falling to her waist and dragging her in close.
“I may have had a Superman fantasy as a teenager,” she confesses.
“And how did that fantasy go?” I whisper into her ear.
“Buy the glasses, Alpha,” she says, “and maybe you’ll get to find out.”
I laugh. This girl is definitely playing me. Winding me around her little finger. But I love it. With any other omega it would have been ‘buy the glasses’, end of story.
“Okay, baby girl, you win.”
I kiss the end of her nose. Then take both pairs of glasses to the optician who’s pretending to be engrossed in work on his computer.
Unfortunately, or maybe it’s fortunately, I can’t walk away with the glasses today. They have to be made up.
But damn, I can’t wait to wear them. I can’t wait to play Superman and Lois Lane with my little Omega.
21
Bea
“So you’re back already?”Courtney grins from the sofa as I walk through the door of the condo, my arms full of a box and Hardy right behind me carrying four more. “I knew you wouldn’t be gone for long.”
“Yeah.” I grin. “I’m back. I think maybe I’m a city girl now. Or actually, a beach one.”
“A beach babe,” Hardy says.
“I thought you’d be back at your apartment already though,” I say to my cousin.
“The cops are still fiddling with the place and besides I think you may have converted me into a beach babe too. You know I even went combing for garbage this afternoon.”
“You did?” I place my box on the counter and go give my cousin a hug.
“Seriously, sweetie,” Courtney murmurs into my shoulder, “I’m so pleased you’re back.”
“Me too.”
“And with one of those alphas?” she whispers. I lean back and give her a look that reads I’ll-tell-you-all-about-it later.
Hardy fetches more boxes from his truck and when he’s done hovers by the door.
