Page 100 of Carmichael's Omega

I grab Mattie and yank him from the Jeep, then press him up against the side. "Respect,si, Nene?" He squirms, protesting. I catch him by the throat and wait for his body to go still. "You stay next to me,si?"

Mattie nods, his eyes lowered, the fight drained from him as suddenly as it came. I let him go, patting his ass gently. When I reach into the Jeep to get my Cassidy, she comes without an argument. I hold her a minute, stroking her hair and back until I feel her nerves settle. Mattie ignores us, glaring into the distance.

I grind my back molars. This behavior between my mates has gone on long enough. The picture of them entwined together... what happened to that? "Let's go," I order them. With one mate on either side, I stroll into my bar.

"Alphason," Devel greets me first. His casual stance, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed loosely over his chest, doesn't fool me for even a second. His green eyes flicker over his niece and nephew, taking in every detail about their stiff posture and sad eyes.

"Mattie, Cassie," Devel greets his niece and nephew much more warmly.

"Uncle Dev!" Both my mates throw themselves into his embrace.

"Devel," I return his greeting with as much calm as I can, instead of throat punching him for touching my mates.

Diosa, what is wrong with me? He is family to my omegas. That doesn't stop me from grabbing them back to my side, an arm wrapped around each of them.

"Interesting," Devel smirks before turning and ghosting his way back inside the bar.

"The front of the bar is the business, obviously," I tell my mates. "Cassie, don't touch the alcohol."

"Haha," she says grumpily.

"In the back are the offices and two of the bedrooms. Upstairs are four more rooms."

"Like a motel?" Mattie says doubtfully.

"More like Sons of Anarchy."

If I hadn't been looking right at Devel, I would have missed the flash of pure longing that raced through his eyes.

My mates abandon my side with renewed squeals. The dark-haired, blue-eyed she-wolf hugging my mates could be my sister.Chale. She looks more like me than Renee does.

"Leilani," Devel says her name as if it's a prayer.

At least I know who she is. The adopted sister to my mates. Apparently, also Devel's secret pup-crush.Mandilón.

"How did you get here?" Cassidy asks.

"She came with us," the ink-black female who comes through the door next glares at me. Her glare is meant to intimidate, so I offer her my casual smirk in return. Her scowl deepens, and my little bunny laughs as she hugs her friend.

I open my mouth to demand Cassidy come back to my side.

"Alphason," my Beta chooses the best moments to interrupt. I turn to say hello when the scent hits me.

¡No mames, Güey!You Marked her," I say in sheer disbelief. My eyes take in the fresh Mark on the witch's neck. Rique Marked a witch. Esto es un desmadre.

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25 - An Alpha Female

Carmichael

"Nico-" I growl into my phone.

"When you- when are you coming home, Carm?" my brother cuts me off, slurring his words and sniffling a little.

"Nico," I grit my teeth, trying to be patient. I'm careful not to tighten my hand too much. I've lost phones that way.

"Uncle Hugh is still here," he mutters. “I just want some peace, ey?”

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