Page 8 of Pack Choice
“What?” Angel says, flummoxed.
“I have a job arranged. I start today.”
“Where?” Axel says, pushing his laptop to one side. He looks incredibly unhappy about the prospect and my insides twist. I may be effective at giving the impression that I don’t care to be told what to do by alphas. I may be good at arguing my side. It doesn’t mean it isn’t hard. My instincts would have me obeying and agreeing at every turn.
“Rock Publicity. Mack Turner’s firm. Remember Mack? Dad’s old friend.”
“Of course we do,” Axel snorts. Mack was like an uncle to us growing up, although his business has taken him out of the city in recent years and we’ve seen less of him. “Why would he give you a job?”
“Because I asked him. I told him I was interested in PR and he offered me a position with potential to learn about the industry. At least see if it is for me.”
“He should have asked us first,” Axel grumbles.
“We know nothing about this company or how safe it is for a lone omega working there–”
“It’s Mack, Angel. Mack’s company. He’s an alpha. He’s practically family. He’ll be looking out for me.”
“I don’t like it,” Axel says in a grump.
For the first time in the conversation, I opt for the low blow. I was hoping I could convince them without having to use it, but I suspect they’ll be locking the front door and preventing me from leaving the house unless I do.
I turn to my sister-in-law, who wisely has been keeping quiet during this sibling discussion.
“Bea?” I say, pleading to her with my eyes.
Her two alphas – my two big brothers – immediately glance her way.
She may be the omega in the relationship, but she has all her big, burly alphas wrapped around her little finger.
“It’s not safe,” Axel says.
“She doesn’t need a job,” Angel adds.
“I think it sounds ideal for Molly. Exactly what she needs.”
Inside, I squeal with joy. Axel groans but I can see his resistance, and Angel’s, melting before my eyes.
They give it a good fight though.
“We don’t know who may be working at the company.”
“And there’s the commute.”
“Can’t Phil keep an eye on her?” Bea asks.
Her alphas grumble.
“He can,” I say, knowing I’ve won this argument and will be heading for my new job within an hour.
* * *
There’s onlyone problem with this master plan.
Phil calls in sick. He tripped on a toy car when he got home last night and slipped a disc. He currently can’t move and so I am without a chaperone.
Axel, a big grin on his face, and Silver, his pack mate and head of pack security, deliver the news to me as I wait at the front door with my jacket and purse.
“Sorry, Moll, doesn’t look like this is happening.”
