Page 65 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
Trev opens the door, scanning the room with critical eyes. He zeroes in on the book in Hayden’s hand and where our bodies touch.
“Dinner is almost ready.”
“Okay,” Hayden replies.
Trev glances at me. “We should help get the table ready.”
“Oh, right.” I stand and walk to the door. Hayden’s stare burns into my back. Trev doesn’t move out of the doorway, instead, he turns so his body takes up the entire space. I stop in front of him and scowl. “Excuse me.”
He tips his head and inhales, eyes dilating when he scents my perfume. Frustration flashes across his face, and he flicks his gaze to Hayden. “This can’t happen.”
“Fuck you,” I say before thinking better of it. “I mean, who are you to tell him what he can and can’t do?”
“Hayden is a beta, Whitney.”
“I’m aware.”
Trev growls and presses into my space. The approach is so unlike Hayden’s, more predatory, that fear rushes up my spine. “You’re putting us all in danger. Betas and omegas aren’t allowed to have feelings for each other. Are you really so selfish you’ll risk his life?”
Reality smacks me across the face harder than my mother ever did. I deflate, shoulders hunching, and shake my head. He’s right, whatever is happening between Hayden and me isn’t safe.
“I’ll leave.”
“No,” Hayden says, voice firm and hard. “Leave her alone, Trev.”
“Hayden. She’s—”
“I said leave it!”
Hayden’s shout surprises me, and I jump, startling both of them into silence. I cringe at my stupid reflexes and wish the floor would open up and swallow me to save me from this embarrassment.
“You’re okay.” Trev’s tone is gentle and at odds with the man he was just moments ago. “No one is going to hurt you.”
“I’m not trying to be a problem.” I dig my fingers into my palms and stare at him, refusing to be seen as weak. “Move out of my way.”
“Whitney, I’m sorry,” Hayden pleads, but I shake my head.
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be,” I tell him. “Move, Trev.”
“Stop her,” Hayden demands, releasing a frustrated growl.
Trev shifts to the side, barely giving me enough room to pass by him. I glare at him and shuffle out of the room, stopping short when his fingers wrap around my wrist, the touch soft.
“I’m sorry.” His face is filled with regret, and I actually think he means it. “Don’t leave.”
“I’m not staying if you’re going to be an asshole to me.” I look over his shoulder at Hayden. “I wish things were different.”
“Dammit, Trev,” Hayden says under his breath.
The alpha stiffens and his eyebrows pull together. “If I promise to be better, will you stay?”
“Promises are only words,” I whisper.
“Not in this house.” Trev steps closer, dropping my wrist. “We don’t say things we don’t mean. We can’t.”
Hayden probably has something to do with that, and it means a lot to Trev if he’s willing to give me his word. I haven’t seen anything I’d consider nice in Trev, but he’s hated the idea of me staying since he met me. I suspect if Hayden hadn’t yelled at him a few seconds ago, he would have gladly let me walk. Trev doesn’t want Hayden unhappy. They’re a pack, and while Hayden is a beta, he’s an alpha for all intents and purposes. I haven’t met many packs with the same dynamic, but Asher and Avi don’t treat Hayden like an outsider either.
“I like him.” Honesty never hurt anyone. “I want you to know I would never hurt him on purpose.”
