Page 135 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
ChapterThirty-Seven
WHITNEY
I’m sitting on the couch, sipping my second cup of coffee when I see her. Every ounce of happiness drains out of me. Dread floods through me, weighing my soul down and reminding me I’m not this happy omega. I’m a broken, foolish girl who can’t do anything right.
“Stupid little bitch,” she hisses in my ear.
Avi is humming at the stove while bacon crackles in a pan, oblivious to the sudden panic settling its arm around my shoulder like an old friend. Avi’s door opening woke me this morning and I didn’t want to leave him alone. Now I regret waking because my mother is marching up the sidewalk. I set my coffee mug on the table and stand, stiffly walking to the door.
I count my steps on the way. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.
“Do you want scrambled or over easy?” Avi asks.
I open the front door. The smirk she gives me makes my stomach flip.
“Whitney?” Avi’s voice sounds far away as mother places her foot on the step.
The wood groans under her weight, a warning sound that makes my heart rate spike.
“I’ve been looking for you,” she says with a sneer. “Shoulda known I’d find you slutting around.”
Confusion and fear and frustration clog my throat, giving her a moment to take another step up the stairs. Her foot thuds on the wood, and I take an instinctive step back.
“You can’t run now,” she hisses.
“Whitney?” Avi’s fingers brush against my forearm, and he steps in front of me. “Who’s our guest?” Avi may be the gentle one of the group, but he’s still intimidating at over six-feet.
“I’m her mother. Who the fuck are you?” She’s yelling so loud the rest of the guys are bound to wake up.
I don’t need to live through the embarrassment of all of them meeting her.
“It’s okay, Avi. Let me talk to her.” I place my hand on his back but he refuses to move. Appreciation swells inside of me, but the longer I make her wait, the more rambunctious she’ll get. “I’ll be fine,” I whisper, slipping around him.
“Call for me if you need me.”
Mother’s scowl is so fierce and full of hate.
How did she become this person? I don’t understand what made her so angry. Maybe she never wanted children.
“What would Curtis think?” she asks, sliding her gaze over Avi. “I don’t think he’d like another pack touching what he owns.”
My shoulders tense. “How do you know Curtis?”
I don’t bother telling her he’s dead.
She snickers and takes the final step onto the porch, meeting me in the middle of the wooden floor. “It took me a while, but I finally found out who bought you. Lindsey’s a dear family friend.”
Betrayal slices into me. Lindsey told her about Curtis?
“What do you want?” I ask, voice cold. She’s not here for a family reunion.
She eyes the house, seeking a way to find something to her advantage no doubt. “I know my mom left you something.”
Crossing my arms, I raise an eyebrow. “And?”
“She was my mother. It’s only right that you give me whatever it was.”
“You don’t even know what she left me,” I say, a hard line wrinkling my brow. “And she left it for me. Not you. You have no legal right to it.”
