Knot So Perfect Omega (Omega Match #1)(31)

I stepped into his personal space, causing him to freeze in place. “If I find out you’re lying, I’ll end you.”

“Are you threatening to kill me?” he scoffed, backing up a step. “I’m on your side. Why would I do anything to hurt the pack?”

I glared at him for a few moments, a growl bubbling in my throat. “Remember your place, Brian.”

He’d fucked up royally, but I was also partially to blame for giving him the chance to. That mistake wouldn’t ever happen again.

Kayla watched me as I walked over to them, the smile falling from her face. Fuck, that was the worst feeling in the world.

Internally kicking myself for letting her get under my skin, I looked at my three packmates instead of at her. “Time to practice. Kayla, don’t move from this bench.”

“Yes, daddy.” The sticky sweet sarcasm dripping off her words made me growl and before I could stop myself, I was leaning down toward her ear.

“Be a good little omega and I’ll reward you later.” I nipped at her neck and then walked away before I did something stupid like kiss her.

Rylan ran to catch up with me. “Dude, what the hell was that?”

“What was what?” I avoided his stare as we started to jog around the practice field.

“Be a good little omega and I’ll reward you later,” he mimicked in a growly voice that sounded nothing like me. “Did something happen? You smell like each other. Then there’s that hickey on her neck she didn’t have last night before she went to bed.”

I hadn’t told them anything about the night before and hadn’t planned to. “She was probably just rolling around in my dirty laundry or something.”

“But then why do you smell like her?” His questioning was irritating me. “And the hickey? How’d she get that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe she smells like me because she’s staying with us, and maybe she burned her neck with her hair gadget.” I sped up, leaving him in the dust.

“Liar!” he shouted after me, laughing like he was going to have a lot of fun teasing the fuck out of me.

It was going to be a long practice.





CHAPTER THIRTEEN





Kayla





Sometimes I was a little impulsive, which led me to my current situation sitting on the sidelines watching the Killer Gnomes run through drills and plays. I didn’t even like to watch sports, yet there I was.

I’d woken up wrapped in Beck’s arms and still couldn’t lie to myself that it didn’t put me in a good mood. A good enough mood to ask if I could watch their practice.

What had I been thinking?

But now that I was there, I was already growing bored and didn’t like sitting out in the open. I hated that I felt things just because of what I was. There was no control over it, and that was what frustrated me the most about being an omega.

None of the other alphas had said anything to me yet, but a few eyes had looked at me appraisingly as they passed by. I could see the guys watching out of the corners of their eyes, and something about that made me happy.

The facility was several Alphaball fields set up to practice on and a giant weight room through two doors. There were locker rooms and a small area for people to watch practice.

The bench I was on was on the sidelines where the coaches stood when play was in action, but neither of the coaches was anywhere close to where I was.

I grimaced as Rio was tackled by another team they were practicing with. I didn’t understand what was so appealing about Alphaball. Who in their right mind would want a weighted ball to hit them in the ribs or someone to mow them down to the ground?

I pulled out my phone and saw Kara had finally texted me back. I was starting to worry about her, and had she not responded to that morning’s text, I would have called our parents.



Me: Good morning! I am up before the sun and going to watch men hopefully take their shirts off.

Kara: Are they forcing you to go at gunpoint?

Me: Haha! No, I was tired of being cooped up in the house. Plus, I plan to get them to take me to the mall when they’re done.

Kara: It sounds like things are going well...

Me: I wouldn’t go that far. I’m still not sure what I want.

Kara: I think you should give it a chance. You might not get another.

Me: Have you gotten any answers from Omega Match?

Kara: No. They just said I need to be patient when it comes to finding a pack. Like, what does that mean? Don’t they care that something might be wrong with their program?

Me: They don’t even follow their own damn policy. Look at what’s happened with me. It makes them look bad that the best omega there is didn’t get a match.

Kara: I’m not so sure being the best is all it’s cracked up to be.

Me: It’s going to be fine.

Kara: Sleeping all day and eating a pint of ice cream every night for dinner isn’t fine.

Me: Maybe you should see about going to visit our parents... our heats aren’t even close to starting.



She didn’t respond, and I hovered my finger over the call button. Would that just make things worse? I didn’t want her to hear any of the pack and get even more depressed.

Our whole lives, Kara had been the one to pull me out of my occasional funks. Besides our father’s death, I couldn’t remember a time when she’d been so sad she stayed in bed and ate ice cream for dinner.