Page 78 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
“A what?” Hardy asks.
“Team bonding exercise. Next step in trying to work things out.”
“Oh man,” Hardy says, leaning forward, head in hands.
“You don’t want to work things out?” I ask sternly. I thought we went over this already at my mom’s place. I thought we all agreed. It’s time we put the past behind us and focus on making amends.
“Nah, it’s good … it’s just … it’s fucking high ropes, isn’t it?”
My lips twitch. I forgot this about Hardy. Big man has his Achilles’ heels. One of them is heights.
“No idea,” I say. “I didn’t organize it. Molly did.” I gesture towards the door, pointing to my little sister as she waves at us all. Behind her is one of Silver’s men assigned to watch over her every time she leaves the house.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Angel mumbles. “She’ll have us rolling around in fields of daisies and chanting to the wind gods.”
I watch my sister as she weaves through the tables; Silver’s man has his eyes locked on her. I may need a word with Silver about whether his employee is a little too eager to do his job right.
“Shit,” I mumble, “I didn’t think about that.” I assumed she’d book us in for some survival special. That or paint-balling.
“Morning gentlemen,” she says, taking a chair.
“What can I get you, Moll?” the heavy asks her and I don’t like the way she smiles up at him, eyelashes fluttering. Maybe I’ll need a word with her too.
My sister reels off the name of something I’ve never heard of but I’m certain contains a shit load of sugar and cream.
“You’ll rot your teeth,” Nate says.
“My teeth are perfectly fine thanks, Nathanial.” She shrugs off her jacket. “So are we all ready for today’s activities?”
I note the plural. “What exactly do you have planned?”
She smiles innocently at me and I know Angel’s right about this.
“It better not be daisy chain making,” Hardy grumbles.
“You want to mend bonds and ultimately win back the omega, right?”
“Yes,” Angel and I say together.
“How about the rest of you?”
“Yes,” Connor says as Silver and Hardy nod.
“Nate?” she asks.
“Yep,” he says, swinging back and forth on the legs of his chair.
“So trust me on this one, okay?”
I glance at Angel who nods. Molly always found it easier to convince him to do her bidding when we were kids, but truth be told, we were both suckers for our little sister. Hence, why we ended up in her bedroom playing barbies more times than I could account for. And why my toenails were often painted a bright pink.
The bodyguard returns with Molly’s monstrosity of a drink and Nate makes a gagging sound.
“Oh dear,” she says, lowering her drink to the table. “I think a little Omega 101 is in order here.” She eyes us with suspicion. “Can anyone name me some of the things omegas like?”
“Cock!” Hardy snaps and Angel kicks him under the table.
My sister doesn’t even flinch. She has two older brothers after all. “Anything else? Anything at all?”
