Page 40 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
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ASHER
Whitney is too lost in her thoughts to pay attention to where I’m taking her. I’m not arresting her. She’s not staying in a jail cell. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out someone hurt her. Whitney flinches like it’s going out of style, and when I mentioned going to her parents, she acted like I asked her to walk through fire.
The brave front she’s putting on now is cute, but I’m not convinced.
She’s terrified.
I fucking hate it.
Trev is going to be pissed, but it’ll be too late. He’s not an asshole either, and while he may not be happy about her coming into our home, it’s only for a night. I turn into the residential street that leads to the house. The neighborhood is well kept, mature trees perched in front of modest but cozy homes. No one in this part of town is rich, but we’re a lot better off than other low packs. For a fleeting second, I worry she’ll hate the house, but I remind myself this is one night. She’s not here to stay.
Whitney finally realizes that something isn’t right. “Where are we going?”
“I need to change.”
Something tells me if I told her I’m taking her home, she’d bail while the car was moving. While I admire her spunk, it worries me. She’s sort of reckless. She reminds me of, well, me.
“You couldn’t have waited?” She wrinkles her nose. “Unbelievable. You’re such an alpha.”
“I’m sure you’re trying to insult me, but I quite like being an alpha, so thank you.”
She huffs and glares at me.
Smiling, I pull up to the house and park on the street. Avi’s car is the only one here. At least she won’t have to be confronted with an argument. I grab my phone and shoot off a quick text to let Trev and Hayden know I’m having a lady friend over.
It won’t explain her scent, because omegas aren’t supposed to sleep with people outside their pack, but at least I’ll have a cover for her. Now the hard part is figuring out how to get her to agree to hiding in my room. My mind races at the thought of her in my bed, but I quickly shove those desires down.
She’s not here to fuck.
She’s here because she doesn’t have anyone.
Not even a goddamn friend. That Lindsey chick sounded like an asshole. She hung up on her and Whitney tried to hide it. She didn’t realize the volume was so loud that I heard everything, including Lindsey ending the call.
“Come on, I’ll only be a second.”
Step one, get her in the house.
Step two, find a way to keep her there without seeming like a creepy kidnapper.
Right, there are some flaws in my plan, but I’m making it up as I go.
I’m sure it’ll be fine.
Avi’s good at charming people.
“Can I use the bathroom?” she asks, following me up to the porch.
“Hell no.”
She doesn’t laugh.
I glance at her with a playful smirk, only to drop it in the next second. “I was joking. Of course you can.”
The hurt look on her face is quickly replaced with annoyance. “Jerk.”
“Guilty.” I smile, this time trying to make her understand that I’m on her side.
