Page 73 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“You’ll be my first call,” Riley says, dipping his head. He stands and eyes me and Asher. “I know these two have work to get done, so if that’s all…” Riley trails off and heads toward the door, not entirely giving her an option to protest.
“Thank you for your time, gentlemen.” Camila stands and watches as Riley walks into the hallway.
“Have a great day,” I say before nudging Asher and following Riley out of the building. Riley is silent, staring at the two of us with a knowing look. I clench my teeth together and look at my phone to keep from giving myself away.
Once we get outside and we head to the cars, Riley clears his throat.
“I don’t know what you two have gotten into, but you reek of omega. Camila may not have noticed it, hell, I barely did until Asher showed up. Do I need to be concerned?”
“No, sir.” I shake my head. “Nothing to worry about.”
He glares at Asher.
“No, sir.”
Scoffing, he opens his door and grips the frame of the car. “If you’re going to go around breaking rules, at least be smart about it.”
He climbs inside and slams the door. I wince and slide my gaze to meet Asher’s. We don’t have to say anything to understand what we’re both thinking.
We have to protect her from Camila and Curtis. The Omega Council prides itself with producing quality omegas, like they’re products rather than people. Whitney has already been auctioned once. I don’t know if they’d auction her again, and the only other option left would be to shun her. I can’t let that happen.
Whitney is under my protection, and I’ll do anything to keep my family safe. Now that she’s tangled up with my pack, I have to keep her from the people who want her the most.
“Damn fools,” Riley mutters to himself as he pulls out of the parking lot.
I look out of the window, not bothering to correct him.
He’s right. We’re idiots to think we can keep her safe.
But damn if I won’t try.
