Page 153 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
ChapterForty-Two
WHITNEY
Hayden wraps his arms around me from behind. The only reason I don’t flinch or freeze is because he made enough noise to wake the whole damn house.
“Good morning,” he whispers against my neck, inhaling my scent and pressing his semi against my ass. “Did I mention how much I love the model cars you’re building?” He grinds into me.
“You’re going to make me so sore I won’t be able to have sex for weeks,” I lie. I am a little sore, but honestly, I think I could go for another round. Last night he pulled me into his room and didn’t let me sleep until I screamed his name and my toes curled.
“I’ll be good,” he says much to my disappointment. “I’ll make the eggs.”
I’m standing in front of a pan of bacon, impatiently waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. “We should get one of those single cup coffeemakers.”
“So we can waste plastic?”
I frown. “They make reusable filters.”
“Between the five of us, when all is said and done, is it really faster?” He cracks an egg into a bowl and shoots me a curious look; a piece of his brown hair falls across his forehead.
“I guess not after you all have to wait for your cups, but since I’d go first, I’d have my coffee faster.” I brush the lock back and sigh, leaning my hip on the stove. I’m dangerously close to the bacon but I don’t mind being popped by grease when Hayden is near.
“So this is you being selfish. Now I understand.”
I elbow him. “That’s not what I meant.”
“No lying, trouble.” Another egg is added to the bowl.
“Whatever,” I grumble, flipping the bacon. “So long as there’s coffee, I’m happy.”
“Is that all it takes?”
I nod. “I’m pretty easy.”
“I know you are.” He chuckles and dodges the elbow I try to dig into his side. “Easy, trouble. I’m just a beta.”
“I’m just a beta,” I mock, grabbing a mug and filling it. I purposefully hand it over to show that I’m not selfish.
He eyes the mug and shakes his head. “I’ll wait.”
“If you insist,” I whisper, bringing the glorious bean water to my mouth.
The rest of the guys wake up a little while later and we eat while watching the news. Things have been tense ever since that omega from a royal pack got attacked. I’m gobbling my fourth piece of bacon when a breaking news story starts. Avi stops eating and turns up the volume.
“—reporting for the first time in its history, the Royal Council is opening up seats to low pack alphas. Now this comes after Lucas, son of Cornelius, took his seat as head of the council yesterday, Rob, and I have to say, Lucas does not mess around when it comes to driving change. The alpha has been an advocate for low packs since he began working with the council and while it’s taken the council over five years to listen, it seems like they’re finally taking this alpha seriously.” The woman turns to her co-anchor.
“I agree, Tasha. This might be what the world needs to end the tensions between the packs.”
“It’s a start,” Tasha cuts in, “but we both know there’s a lot more to address than who sits on the council.”
Rob nods. “Check back with channel four news for the latest updates on the royal council changes. It’s time to check in on the weather—” Avi turns the TV off in the middle of the guy’s sentence.
Silence fills the space for a few minutes while we all digest the change. Tasha was right. There’s a lot more to address than who has a seat at the table, but this is the biggest leap toward progress the council has made in decades.
“Shit,” Asher says, swiping my last piece of bacon.
“Hey.” I reach for it, but he stuffs it in his mouth. “Asher,” I whine.
“Here, Whit.” Trev hands me two pieces of bacon.
