Page 59 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“If you bought an omega, would you let her go if you knew where she was?”
“I wouldn’t buy an omega.”
“Don’t be a stubborn asshole, you know what I mean. You don’t like her, I get it, but she’s under our protection.” I shake my head and brush past him.
“I never said I didn’t like her.”
“Well, you have a funny way of showing that you do. I’ll call you when I get there.” I rush to my SUV. Right as I hop in, Trev storms out of the building and heads toward his vehicle. I smirk, knowing he’s probably pissed at himself for feeling any amount of emotion. It’s not that he doesn’t like Whitney. He’s afraid she’ll make him feel. And he hates it.
I check for pedestrians and cars before peeling out of the parking lot and onto the road. My flashing lights and siren clear the road. Trev’s Charger bears down on me, pushing me to go faster.
Hopefully we’re not too late.
