Page 97 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“You think I’m the childish one?”
“Yeah, I do.” His chest puffs a little.
“At least I know I’m fucked up. You act like you’re fine, but I see you, Trev. That little whisper of rage in your ear? I’ve heard that.” Unease flashes across his face. I laugh and rise to my knees, letting the blankets fall away. The shirt I stole from Avi in the middle of the night barely covers my ass, but it’s long enough that I don’t feel exposed. I’ve worn dresses this short. “You’re not better than me. You’re exactly like me.”
“The fuck I am.” He growls and storms out of the room.
I catapult over Avi’s legs and follow him, unable to let it go now that he started in. Trev wants to throw words? Well, I learned from the master and I’ll be damned if he makes me feel inadequate.
“Oh now we’re done talking? You want to tear me down, but the second I do it back, you run?” I hear the guys enter the hallway behind us, but no one tries to stop me. “Too scared I might call it like it is?”
He whirls around and storms toward me. His anger is like coming home. A chaos I’m familiar with. Havoc I can breathe in like air.
“What is it with you? Huh?” he asks, voice quiet but angry. He stops an inch from me, but I refuse to move.
This man wants to scare me, but he’s too considerate to use my triggers against me. I kind of hate that. It would be easier to dislike him if he stooped that low. But no, Trev simply towers over me and lets his size do the intimidating.
“You’ll have to be more specific.” I narrow my eyes and inch closer.
He takes a step back to keep from touching me. “You’re going to ruin us.”
Those words smack me in the face hard enough I drop my gaze and lose some of my fight.
“I’m not trying to.”
“That’s just it,” he whispers. “You don’t even realize the power you hold.”
With that, he turns and leaves. The front door bangs closed behind him, and my emotions war inside me. Is he right? The men behind me were willing to stand up to him on my behalf. They chose me over him.
For an alpha who isn’t used to that sort of rejection, that has to hurt. I suck in a hard breath and pick my head up. Trev is scared. There’s something in his past I don’t know about, and while that won’t excuse his actions, it explains the outburst. I know better than anyone what the past can do to your emotions. His job is to protect his pack, and I’m already fucking their lives up. They can’t hide me anymore.
No matter how much I enjoyed my time with them, despite being somewhat of a prisoner, Trev is right. I don’t know them.
Tonight, I’ll leave them for good.
* * *
I don’t have a lot of time to plan since the guys have the day off. Trev doesn’t come back until after breakfast. He sets four grocery bags on the counter and looks at me. I grab the cup I’d been reaching for in the cabinet and gently close the door. Resting my hip on the counter, I watch him sort through the items.
Asher is in the living room, and he looks at me, lifting his eyebrows to ask me if I need him. I shake my head and roll the cup between my hands. I clear my throat.
“I’m sorry for fighting with you and putting the pack in danger.”
Trev’s hands pause inside of a bag, shoulders unbunching. “It’s fine.”
Right. Guess I don’t get an apology. You know what’s shitty? Working so hard to recognize your faults and then dealing with people who make you wonder why you even try to make yourself better. I fill my glass with water from the fridge and press my lips together to keep from saying something rude. I’m not as mad as I was earlier. I can keep myself in check.
“I’m sorry too.”
I turn around. He’s no longer unloading groceries. Trev’s arms are crossed over his chest and he’s leaning against the counter, eyes on the floor.
“I was being an asshole.”
At least he can admit it.
“So… friends?” I stick my hand out.
He eyes it, face twisting with discomfort. “We’re good.” He shakes my hand, holding it longer than necessary. “Don’t hurt them.”
