Page 52 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“Unless she becomes our omega,” Asher suggests, earning a withering scowl from Trev. “What? Come on, she’d be safe that way.”
“Don’t you think she’s been through enough?” Trev asks, setting his mug on the counter. “What happens when one of us dies?”
“That’s unlikely.” I tap my fingers on the coffee cup.
“But it’s possible,” Trev says.
“Any alpha from any pack could die at any point,” Asher argues. “That’s a weak excuse.”
“You don’t even know her,” Trev snaps, slamming his hand on the counter in front of where Asher and Avi sit. “She’s already messing with Hayden’s head.”
I scoff. “That’s dramatic.”
“No, it’s not. Betas and omegas aren’t supposed to be mates. If she stays, you’re going to want her. You’re already half in love with her.”
“I am not.” I sip my coffee to hide the guilt. I do like her. What’s wrong with wanting to help her?
“I know you,” Trev says, stepping toward me. “She’s the perfect amount of broken, isn’t she?”
Glaring, I set my cup aside. “What are you insinuating?”
“You want to save her. Hayden wants to swoop in on his white horse and carry the princess off on his trusty steed.”
“A bit rude of you to assume Avi would offer rides,” Asher quips.
Trev and I ignore him, gazes locked.
“You’re not thinking straight. You’re a beta, Hayden.” Trev’s eyes are hard and unrelenting.
“You keep saying that like I’ve somehow forgotten. I’m painfully aware of where I stand within this pack.” I toss a scowl at Asher and Avi because neither of them spoke up on my behalf.
Asher snaps to first, coughing and glancing away. “Ease up, Trev.”
Swallowing the angry words I want to throw at them, I simply deaden my gaze and turn, heading back to my room without another word.
