Page 96 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
ChapterTwenty-Seven
WHITNEY
Monday arrives in the form of hot bodies pressing in on mine and two boners. I bite back a grin and glance at Hayden and Avi. They’re still sleeping, oblivious to how they’ve come a little closer and are poking me with their morning wood. Avi’s longer black hair is disheveled and his mouth is slightly parted; an ungraceful snore slips past his lips. At least it’s not the obnoxiously loud kind.
“Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey.” Asher opens the door, eyes wide with mischief as he takes a deep breath. “I knew I smelled something very omega last night.”
“Bro.” Hayden scrubs his face with his hands as he sits. “You’re the biggest boner killer in the world.”
“Hmm, I don’t know, I’m still a little hard,” Avi mumbles, ruffling my hair.
I pull the blanket over my head and groan. “Kill me now.”
“Trev might—oh hey, speak of the devil and he will appear.”
Silence fills the air, and I burrow further into the blanket, hiding from his reaction.
“You don’t know how to stay out of trouble, do you?”
I bristle and shove the fabric away, ready to tell him to fuck off, but he’s looking at Hayden.
“Are you going to tell?” Hayden raises an eyebrow.
“Of course not, but that’s not the point.” Trev swings his gaze to mine. “This is dangerous.”
“More dangerous than hiding me from the Omega Council?”
He scowls. “Next time, I’ll give you up.”
“You’re acting like a child.”
“No more than you. I told you what would happen to Hayden, and you still don’t give a fuck, do you? Do you get off on the idea of his life being ruined? Is that it? Make you feel important?”
“It’s not like that. I like him.” I glance at Hayden, desperate for him to understand it’s not a game to me.
He nods and rubs my leg.
“You don’t care about him. How could you? You barely fucking know him.”
“He’s a good person,” I growl, body shaking with anger.
“Or maybe you’re so desperate to fill that hole inside of you you’ll risk his life to make yourself feel better.”
“Screw you.” I sit and smack the top of the bed.
“Trev,” Avi barks, but Trev ignores him.
I’m so angry the shout doesn’t faze me.
“Is that what you want?” Trev reaches for his belt buckle and undoes it with a flick of his hand, a practiced move that would be impressive if we weren’t fighting. “Maybe a little more dick will put you in line.”
Asher shoves his chest hard enough to make Trev stumble. “You’re being a fucking asshole, Trev. It’s not like Whitney forced herself on Hayden.”
“She didn’t,” Hayden confirms. “Don’t insult her.”
“We’re not going to tell anyone about this.” Avi sits and wraps his hand around my waist. “And you owe her an apology.”
Fuming, the alpha grinds his jaw as his friends race to my rescue. I hate the discord and the fact that some of what he says is true; having sex with Hayden was, and is dangerous. If the Royal Council found out, they’d make his life hell. Trev and I glare at each other. Both of our chests are heaving from the anger we’re holding on to. For a second, I recognize the fire in his eyes. The fight he can’t let go of because he ran from confrontation for too long, and now he’ll charge head on into a fight before thinking any better of it. I smirk and shake my head.
