Pack Darling Part Two

by Lola Rock

“Thanks.” I sip and it’s decent, if missing whipped cream. Guess the packet didn’t say to add it.

“Do you have to keep watching like that?” “I’m your bodyguard.” “There’s only one door. Bodyguard from the hall.”

“Redfangs aren’t going to crawl through the ducts.” But as soon as I think it, my gaze flicks to the ceiling. The grates are pretty big…

“I won’t ask you to trust me,” Atlas says. “I want you to watch me. Watch how I change for you. Watch me just as hard as I’m watching you.”

“My pack would cut off their sacs if you asked, Lilah.”

“You’d be surprised what Jett’s willing to do for you.” “I’d be surprised if Jett gave me a stick of gum.”

“You still wouldn’t have believed. You thought I was another omega trying to scheme my way into your money.” “We’re assholes. I’m just saying. You went to such extremes to hide from us. Give us a chance to go to the same extremes for you now that we believe the truth.” I pretend his ask doesn’t knock out my knees, hopping onto the pole and spinning. “Do your best.” “I am.”

They didn’t have to be fated mates just to be decent people though. Like if she wasn’t then they wouldn’t give a fuck what happened. That’s equally as fucked up.

Once, she brushed my hair. She loved my hair. I keep it long, just in case she ever thinks to brush it again.

“You swear on your life you’re good to watch her?” I tsk. Swear on something with value. “I swear on her life.”

“Shadow Number Four,” she mumbles. “I won’t get in your way.” I keep my gaze down. Don’t deserve to look her in the eye. “That’s what Number Two said.” Lilah whirls, parting the curtains to walk backstage.

“I’m broken,” he whispers. “Have you met me?”

Jett kisses my shoe. “If you want to keep me, I’m yours.”

That’s the dream. Supposedly. To be your alpha’s everything. Nothing could freak me out more.

All I have to do is follow my dreams. They’re the ones who have to prove themselves.

Just me on the stage, baring my soul. And a little bit of my ass.

They’re on their feet, leaning over the rail. Hunter has his arm hooked in Finn’s, stopping him from jumping off the balcony.

My station’s a powder-covered mess, like someone dug out their bronzer to screw with me. I brush off the dust, sneezing and semi-shocked they didn’t go all-out and graffiti my mirror in lipstick.

She’s a little stupid lnao

“Can’t. There’s a line.” I wave to the table with my name card. For the first time in my life, alphas are waiting and none of them have gang tattoos. Well, visible ones.

But before either of us can fight, Wyvern Pack descends. The other pack has six guys. They should’ve brought twenty.

I’m gasping, squeezing my thighs together because apparently, I get wet over Wyverns who maim in my defense.

“Rub her back,” Orion says. “Purr. Keep her soothed.” “Mmm.” Finn cradles me, and I start to calm, feeling his low rumble body-to-body. Then he licks my jugular. Electric-shocked, I jerk. “Not soothing!”

Call the police. What a weird, normal response that’d get me worse than killed.

Her reassurance does not reassure,

Fuck him, his cute rambling, his glasses, and his blush.

Orion Wyvern is a poison apple. You know it’s toxic, you know it’ll hurt, but it’s so pretty and juicy. Who can say no? Not me.

Didn’t god tempt that one bitch with an apple?

“What do you need?” So many things. I need to be independently wealthy, have an unlimited supply of chocolate cake, and a harem of knotted manservants who fuck me and then disappear. Maybe what I need most is a lobotomy.

He kisses my nose. That’s when I know I’m fucked.

“No sex,” I blurt. Because if we go that far, I might as well stamp his name on my ass.

“Sleep. No one can hurt you while I’m here.”

“It’s just you and me, koala bear.” “Koala?” Ugh. Those things are creepy—with those little weird beak snouts.

My flush has nothing to do with heat. This swimmy, dizzy, delicious feeling? Pretty sure it’s happiness.

“Then you don’t mind if I screw with them?” “Mind?” Orion’s laugh bubbles. “That’s my love language.”

Finn zooms to my tossed panties like a freaking bloodhound, snapping them up and into his pocket. Right. I wanted to rub my scent in their faces just a little bit, but I forgot Finn’s not fuck-with-able.

“Has anyone seen my—” “Panties? Mine now.” “They’ll look great on you.”

“Who the fuck is Juan Pablo?” Finn flicks out a knife.

Stop being attracted to psychos.

Finn presses behind me, dropping an equally dark whisper into my ticklish ear. “Say the word, Starfighter. I’ll turn those bitches into people leather.”

When the hell did they become best murder buddies?

“Punish me.” Finn offers me his wrists and a pair of freaking police handcuffs he lifted.

Understand what? I don’t even understand.

Instead, he puts one palm on my head, the other on Orion’s. He pats us. Gentle. Like you’d pet a soft bunny.

Because holy shit, do I love being petted. Orion reacts the same quivering way. Least I’m not the only silly rabbit.

“Because online shopping,” Finn chirps. “Star. Wait until you see what I—” Hunter puts him in a headlock. “Want a tour of the common areas?”

I should probably feel worse about the torture thing, but stop trying to kidnap omegas, and you’ll be fine.

“You want to lecture me about nutrition?” “All you ordered was onion rings.” “You told me to eat a vegetable.”

French fries. That’s how easy I am.

“Invite me to the beating. Better yet, train me so I can beat you all myself.”

Plus, I have knives in my bathing suit.

The heat and the steam bring me back to life when everything is dark and broken. They’ll work for Lilah too.

“What happened?” I rub her back, stroking the silk of her wet hair. “Flashback.” “Of?” Someone new to kill? “Barrel.” Fuck. Well, I’m not killing myself.