Knot So Perfect Omega (Omega Match #1)(5)

Alphas can decide whenever they wish to utilize the matching system, as long as they’ve declared themselves as a pack or a solo alpha. Usually, meet and greets are arranged, and then profiles and scent samples are used to decide who would be a good fit.

The computer then makes matches based on how each participant ranks each other. It might seem like a flawed system, but most of the matches work out, with both the packs and omegas happy with the pairing.

As soon as we were in the air, I pulled out my laptop and powered it on, glad I wasn’t dealing with the paperwork involved with Omega Match. “Our spring campaign starts next Monday, and we have an in-person interview and mini-fashion show scheduled with Good Morning Pack on Tuesday, plus a launch party that evening. We’ll be staying in New York Monday and Tuesday night and flying back to L.A. on Wednesday for a game and then dinner with the CEO of United Alpha Sports to talk about our brand being the official gear for Alphaball.”

Rio looked up from his phone with a frown. “If we match with that omega who Brian was going on about, I think she’ll be coming on Monday evening. Shouldn’t we be there to greet her and get her settled in?”

“Where will her nest be? We have that guest room, but I don’t think it’s a good room for that.” Rylan turned and glanced back at Brian and then lowered his voice. “Don’t you think it’s odd he’s pushing this omega thing when we’re well on our way to the playoffs? Why now? Why not during the fall?”

Kane snorted and ran a hand over his face before putting his head back against his seat and shutting his eyes. “Brian does whatever the fuck he wants. Are you really surprised?”

“She won’t need a nest right away. Unmatched omegas are on blockers, and it takes time for them to wear off if they stop them. She’ll probably talk to us first before she goes off them.” Rio put his phone on the table in front of us with a webpage pulled up. “I think we should order a nest starter kit and have it there for her to set up since we don’t have anything already.”

A growl bubbled in my throat, and all three of my packmates looked at me. “She’s supposedly the best of the best and went to this academy for what? Four years? I’m sure she doesn’t need us to help her. She seemed to have her shit together, unlike her twin. Besides, those kits cost thousands, and if this chick doesn’t work out, we’re already going to be out money.”

Kane let out a low whistle without opening his eyes. “We have the money regardless, asshole. I think we should be there when she arrives.”

How many times was I going to get called an asshole in one day?

“I’ll take care of it all.” We’d been so focused talking about the omega, none of us noticed Brian had moved to stand by our seats. “I sent the paperwork to you all to sign. Need I remind you that if this doesn’t work out, the restitution to the omega is one hundred thousand.”

My fists clenched, and I resisted the urge to throw my laptop at his head. “If this doesn’t work out, you’re paying half.”

“I’ll gladly do that, but I know this is going to make your pack the strongest it’s ever been. You met the girl. She’s perfect. This is going to give the pack more networking opportunities as well. She can charm the investors and their omegas.” He grinned as if he was the best beta on the planet.

“You’re forgetting that we have to match with the girl first.” Rio picked up his phone again, probably to order that damn kit. If that was how he wanted to spend his money, then fine.

“Don’t you worry about that. It will happen.” Brian turned and headed back to his seat before I could ask him what he meant by that.

“He’s right, you know.” Kane opened his eyes, meeting mine. “At the very least, it should help mellow your ass out. You’re getting more and more aggressive and irritable. The last thing we need is for you to lose your shit and for us to be put on watch by the World Pack Health Organization.”

“It takes a lot for the WPHO to get involved with a pack.” I leaned back in my seat, crossing my arms. “And I am not irritable.”

The fuckers laughed, amusement thrown at me through our pack bond. I growled, glaring at each of them before turning back to my laptop.

What was making me irritable wasn’t not having an omega, it was the idea of having one come in and fuck up everything I’d built from nothing.





CHAPTER THREE





Kayla





Omega Match Results.

We’d been clicking refresh on Kara’s phone for the last fifteen minutes in the hopes the results of Omega Match went up early. I hadn’t bothered opening my email, instead I enjoyed my sister’s excitement of four years of hard work paying off.

Not all omegas had the privilege we did to attend the best academy in the nation. Hell, some omegas never even went to an omega academy and went straight into searching for their packs after the mandated two years in an omega boarding high school.

Things would have been easier for me had I gone that route. Instead, I’d spent four years awaiting the day I could select the checkbox that stated I wasn’t interested in any packs at this time.

My parents were going to be disappointed, and so was the academy, but it was my life, my choice. And currently, my choice was to focus on myself and start my own quilting company specifically geared toward omegas and their nests.