Knot So Perfect Omega (Omega Match #1)(41)

“How do you plan on meeting a pack outside of it? I hope you aren’t thinking of sneaking-”

“No. I just... never mind.” Kara sat up, and I could see her room. It was a disaster of boxes and piles of things. “I should finish packing this mess. They’re moving me to the omega compound tomorrow.”

“Call me whenever you need to. I love you, sis.”

“Love you too.” She hung up, and I was left with an uneasy feeling in my belly.

There was a soft knock on my door, and it cracked open an inch. I’d told the guys I was going to take a nap, but really had been scrolling on my phone and then talking to Kara.

“Kayla? You awake?” Kane whispered.

“Yeah. You can come in.” I sat up and scooted back against the headboard. “What’s up?”

Kane was dressed in jeans and had a leather jacket on over his T-shirt. Odd attire for inside the house.

“I’m going to go for a ride and then stop at a food truck event. You want to go?” He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “I thought it would be nice to get out for a bit before we leave tomorrow morning.”

“A ride? Like on a motorcycle?” My heart sped up, and I scooted off the large bed when he nodded. “Hell yes, I want to go.”

I looked down at my pajama shorts and tank top I’d put on to take a nap. “Let me change.”

“You don’t have to wear a leather jacket or anything, but something to cover your skin would be good just in case.” He sat on the bench at the end of the bed as I opened one of the boxes I still hadn’t unpacked.

“I have a leather jacket I never have reason to wear.” I dug to the bottom and yanked it out. “Is everyone going?”

“No, just us.” He leaned back onto the end of the bed with his forearms as I started changing right in front of him. “Have you ridden on a motorcycle?”

“Yeah, my dads have them. Drives my mom nuts. I’ve never driven one myself though. I think they were scared I’d ride off into the sunset if they taught me how.” I pulled on the jeans I had on earlier and swapped out my sleep tank for an N’Pact shirt.

“I could teach you how. I mean, not today, but once the season is over. Rio has a bike too. We could get you one.” He sat up and grabbed my hips as I came to stand in front of him. “Do you have your driver’s license?”

I cringed. “No. There’s been no reason for me to learn to drive and it’s not like omegas have freedoms where we can just go wherever we want when we want.” It really sucked, and I didn’t even know how I thought it was going to be possible to open my own shop with all the restrictions.

I’d have to hire at least two beta security guards to be in the shop and to accompany me to and from the shop. Might as well be a celebrity.

“What’s that scrunched up expression for? There’s no shame in not knowing how, but I think it would be good for you to learn in case you ever need to drive.” He stood and pulled me against him in a hug.

“I’ve driven bumper cars and on video games. How hard can it be?” The thought of driving in Los Angeles traffic gave me anxiety.

“It can be difficult. Let’s go so we have enough time to enjoy the food trucks and get back before it gets dark.” He entwined our fingers and led me out of the room. “Are you a fan of N’Pact?”

I looked down at my well-worn shirt. “Who isn’t?”

He laughed as we walked through the house. “They live down the street. We’ve been over there a few times for parties and stuff. I’d introduce you but they don’t have an omega, and I don’t want them to get any ideas.”

I zipped up my jacket as we went out into the garage. “I guess I can see why they wouldn’t have an omega. Too many beta chicks to wet their dicks with... You guys must have stopped getting so many throwing themselves at you to agree to take me.”

Kane stopped and I nearly ran into him. He turned and his face screamed that my comment had hurt. “Not all famous or popular alpha packs are man whores, Kayla.”

I cringed. “I know... I was just joking.”

But was I? My perception of alpha packs that were in the limelight was a pretty negative one. It was probably why I had such a bad reaction to Beck at first.

“I get why you would think that about us, and we definitely have had our fair share of women, but it’s not like we were sleeping with new chicks every week.” He backed toward the two bikes on the far side of the garage.

“How many is a fair share? Did you all sleep with the same one?” I shouldn’t have asked because all it was going to do was make me jealous as fuck.

Kane grabbed a helmet and handed it to me before going to a blue Harley-Davidson street cruiser. I knew nothing about bikes, but it looked faster than a regular Harley but wasn’t a crotch rocket.

“I haven’t kept count. We sometimes share a woman. Sometimes we pair off. Sometimes solo.” He threw his leg over the bike and looked back at me. “Don’t look so pissed off about it. None of them matter.”

“But that’s where you’re wrong. They should matter. They’re human beings.” I got on the bike behind Kane and wrapped my arms around him as he manually backed out of the garage. “Omegas aren’t allowed to explore their sexuality with other people. It’s unfair.”