Page 45 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“I’ll take you to the station.” Trev starts to turn.
“Trev, come on, man. She doesn’t belong in a cell.” Asher shoots to his feet.
“She’s not going to jail.” Hayden steps forward and grabs my elbow, like he’s worried I’ll run.
Pulling my arm out of his grip, I step away. “I don’t need your help.”
He looks at me, confusing emotions dancing in his pretty irises.
“If he wants me gone, I don’t want to stay.” I glare at Trev. “For the record, I asked to be taken to jail. Asher was the one who brought me here.”
Trev scowls.
“It’s one night,” Asher says, walking toward his friend. “Look at her, man. Shelly will tear her apart if we lock her up tonight.”
Irritation flares across Trev’s face. “She’s almost in heat.”
“She can stay in my room. She’ll be gone by morning,” Hayden says.
Avi stands to join the conversation. “She—”
“She is in the room,” I snark. “I don’t want to cause a fight. I’ll grab my things and we can go.” Spinning on my heel, I rush to Asher’s room. An anger-fueled flush crawls up my neck. What a jerk.
I can’t blame him, though. He’s looking out for his pack, and I am an unmated omega. Even if I’m not in heat yet, I’m a temptation they don’t need. Alphas and omegas are drawn to one another like magnets.
Heavy footsteps stop outside Asher’s open door. I finish zipping my suitcase and close my eyes, praying for patience.
“Hayden, I’m not staying.”
“One night.” Trev’s voice surprises me, and I pivot to look at him. “That’s all you get. You fuck with my pack, I’ll make your life hell.”
I laugh. “I’ve been in hell since I was born.”
His head rears back at that, and he considers me, honey-brown eyes slicing through my confidence. “Stay away from Hayden.”
“Maybe you should tell him to stay away from me,” I say, standing and stepping toward him. “He’s the one that comes to me.”
“He’s a beta.”
“I’m aware.”
“Curtis is your alpha.”
“That asshole is nothing to me.” I shake my head. “So long as he and Shelly are in jail, Camila will auction me off to a new pack.” My stomach growls.
Trev rubs his jaw. “You’re hungry.”
“The Omega Council doesn’t feed their prisoners.” I break eye contact. “I won’t fuck with your pack. I’ll leave if that’s what you really want.”
“It would be safer if you left.” Blunt as hell. “But Asher is right. You don’t have anywhere else to go, and while I may want you gone, I can’t let you stay on the streets.”
“Wow, thanks.”
He sighs. “Don’t make me regret this.”
