Page 105 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“I’m sorry for making you feel that way. I like you. I like that you make Avi smile, like he used to before the shooting. I like that you treat Hayden like he’s just as important as the rest of us. I like that you and Asher share the same sense of humor.”
“That sounds like you’re worried about everyone else but yourself.”
“Don’t worry about me.” He sighs. “Whitney, don’t make me beg you.”
Studying his face, I chew on my cheek. “I don’t want to hurt them.”
“Leaving would hurt them. If you stay, we’ll do everything we can to protect you.”
“Why?”
He steps closer and grabs my hand. “Because, I’ve started to realize that you’re pack. The thought of anyone hurting you makes me want to tear the world apart.” Slowly lifting my wrist to his mouth, he watches me for any sign of protest. “We’ll figure out the complicated parts later. Deal?”
I’m so shocked by the offer that I don’t know how to react. My heart skips, anxious to belong. My mind is unsure, but I simply watch as he places his lips on my skin. He doesn’t mark me. Trev is waiting for permission. That alone is enough to make me want to be in his pack. These guys are the men I dreamed of while locked in the cellar. A pack who would take care of me. A pack who could save me from my family. Am I ready to be part of their pack?
Trev traces his teeth over my skin, teasing me with the prospect of what he’s offering. I shiver and swallow the lump in my throat.
“Okay.”
He bites me before I even finish the word. A sharp sting of pain is accompanied by an invisible thread that connects the two of us together. It’s not a mate bite—those are only given during sex—but it’s a promise.
One I’m terrified he’ll break.
Trev kisses my arm before tugging me against his body. His arms envelop me, and he holds me like I’m preparing to break. It isn’t until he says, “Welcome to the pack,” that I realize I’m crying.
