Page 44 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
He shuts me inside and retreats to the front of the house. I chew on my cheek and glance around. A lone sock lies next to the hamper. His bed is unmade. The computer desk is a mess, with an opened book turned over on the keyboard. A stack of papers to the side of that. Dirty coffee cups.
Muffled voices carry down the hall, snapping me back to reality. They’re distracted for now. I drop to my knees and open the suitcase, grabbing clean underwear, soft yoga pants, and a long, loose T-shirt. I set the clothes on the bed and peel off the dress, sighing in relief as I kick off the heels. My feet ache, but the stretch of them being flat against the hardwood floor is divine. Slipping the thong off, I grab the comfy boy shorts and yank them on.
“Where is she?” a strong and familiar voice demands.
Hayden.
Footsteps pound down the hallway.
My heart flutters and starts to beat faster. Why is he here?
I pull the shirt on right before the door opens. “Jesus, fuck. I’m changing.”
Hayden drinks me in, eyes lingering on my thighs for a second. “Are you okay?” A faint but distinct tang of arousal fills the room. I bristle as warmth sweeps over me, my body naturally responding to the desire.
Sometimes it sucks to be a horny bitch.
“I’d be better if you’d shut the door.” I ignore the way my core clenches in need.
Guilt flashes over his face. “Sorry. I’ll be out here when you’re done.”
The door closes, and I reach for the pants with trembling hands.
This is a horrible idea.
I finish dressing and brush my messy hair, braiding it once I’m done. I’m delaying talking to Hayden and whoever Trev is, but I have to gather my thoughts. Like Avi and Asher said, it’s only one night. Worst case scenario, Asher will have to take me to jail. I take solace in knowing I won’t be on the streets. Walking to the door, I open it and drop my hand to my hip, lifting an eyebrow at Hayden who’s standing right outside the room.
“Care to explain why you felt the need to barge in on me?” I don’t want him to know how this entire night is making me feel unnerved. My future has never been so uncertain.
Omegas are always matched with packs, unless they screw up like I did, but even then, they still eventually end up with a pack, because the only way alphas are born is from an omega. Betas and deltas can have children together, but they won’t have alphas. For a long time, the only alphas were royal alphas, essentially purebred from the first alpha lines. That all changed when a beta and an omega fell in love.
“I didn’t know you were changing.” Hayden takes in my new clothes. “How’s the cheek?”
“It hurts.”
He nods and lifts his gray gaze to meet mine. “Trev needs to talk to you.”
We head to the living room where the rest of the men wait. Asher and Avi are sitting on the couch, lounging like they don’t have a care in the world. That all changes when I walk in. Asher stiffens and zeros in on me. Avi leans forward and rests his arms on his thighs, cutting his serious gaze to the man who can only be Trev.
At least six feet tall, Trev is the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. Umber skin, honey-brown eyes, long, thick eyelashes, and full lips that are pulled into a slight frown. Trev’s arms are crossed over his chest, biceps bulging. He stares at me, picking apart my weaknesses and sniffing out my vulnerabilities. No words pass between us, but his attention is so intense it strips me to the bone. His gaze flicks to my cheek, to my fingers which are curled into fists, and to my mouth which is half-opened to say hello.
“No.”
“No?” I repeat, sounding like an idiot.
“You can’t stay.” He gives Hayden a look that says so much it might as well be Latin to me. “She has a tracker in.”
“Actually, I don’t.” I raise my arm and point to the barely there scar. “I took it out.”
That doesn’t appease him.
“So you’re a criminal.”
“I’m not a criminal,” I say with a frown.
“Were you not arrested?”
I scoff. “Yes, but I’m not—”
