Page 129 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“I’m in pre-heat.”
“Sure, but that doesn’t explain the sour worry mixed in with your anger and fear.”
Turning my head, I stare at a spot on the wall. “I didn’t want you to be hurt.”
“Look at me.”
“No.” I grind my teeth together and lower my eyebrows, wishing I had laser vision so I could obliterate the small discoloration on the otherwise bright paint.
“Look at me, Whit.” Trev’s alpha command is firm but gentle.
Whipping my head in his direction, I set my angry glare on him. He steps closer and my heart skips. He moves my hand and places it on his shoulder, easing his other arm around me.
“I’m sorry.”
His apology confuses me. I’m the one being grumpy.
“What for?”
“For scaring you.”
“You didn’t—” I cut off when Avi clears his throat. “It’s fine,” I say instead with a shrug. “I have no right to be angry.” Pinching my eyebrows together, I stare at Trev’s badge. They’re not my pack. Having sex with them was a bad idea, especially with my heat nearing.
Trev lifts my chin. “You’re our omega.”
“That’s cruel.” I try to pull away, but he holds me tighter. “I’m pack now, but I’m not your omega. Not in that way.”
“I’m not pretending right now, Whitney. You’re ours.”
“What if I don’t want to be?” I snap.
“I told you not to lie to me.” His eyes search my face. “Will you be our omega?” he asks, taking a different approach.
“Now you want to ask.” My attention moves to his lips when his tongue flicks out to wet them. “You’re such an alpha.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologizing.”
“I will when I stop fucking up.”
I shake my head. “You’re not fucking up.”
“Tell me how to make this better.” He sounds desperate as he glances at his friends for help. “We want you to really be ours. No more pretending for Melanie’s sake.”
“The Omega Council will never allow—”
“They can go fuck themselves,” he growls.
I bite back a smile.
“You like that?” he asks with a soft growl. “Camila’s a cunt.”
“Yeah, she is,” I say softly, beaming at him.
“You didn’t answer,” Avi says.
“She doesn’t have to,” Trev says, tipping his head. “She’s already ours, aren’t you, Whit?”
