Knot So Perfect Omega (Omega Match #1)(50)

“No, no! This is great news! Her starting her heat is perfect to give us the extra boost we need to seal the win. The championships are in Los Angeles, so you wouldn’t have to be gone from her for long. What would be even better is if you bonded with her.”

Was he actually fucking serious?

“I’m hanging up now.” I hung up and threw my phone in my seat. “Motherfucker is going to get punched in the face.”

“I’ll hold him for you,” Rio agreed.

“You guys having a rough time with your new omega?” Tate seemed unsure if he should ask, but the kindness in his blue eyes didn’t go unnoticed by me. I couldn’t be mad that he was asking.

“Just trying to get to her. She um… unexpectedly went into heat. We can’t get ahold of her and there’s no plane available until almost midnight.” I stopped at the window, looking out at the tarmac.

“There isn’t a chance you’re flying back to L.A., is there? Maybe we can catch a ride.”

“There are only eight seats,” Payne, the one member of N’Pact that didn’t quite fit with his black hair in his eyes, black eyeliner and nails, and tattoos covering most of his visible skin said. “But I’m down to kick the chicks off the flight. They’re hot, but too damn loud and lacking some brain cells from too much hairspray.”

“Should the celibate one really be making these kinds of decisions for the pack?” Cal, who had a crazy glint in his eye, turned to Alvaro. “Let’s vote.”

Alvaro rolled his eyes and stood, walking toward the girls. “Ladies, I’m afraid we have bad news. There’s just not room for you on the flight anymore.”

“Aww, but Alvie.” One of the women whined like pretending to be an omega would help her cause.

“What did you just call me?” he growled, stepping closer to her. She shrank back in her seat. “My name is Alvaro to the likes of you. Now get out of here before I call our security.”

I didn’t know what the hell that was about, but I wasn’t about to ask.

“Fucking groupies,” Payne grumbled.

“You don’t know how much this means to us. Thank you.” I extended my hand to Alvaro as he walked back toward us. “We owe you.”

Alvaro shook my hand and then reached for my bag. “Come on. Let’s get you home to your omega.”





CHAPTER TWENTY


Rio


T he two-hour flight back to Los Angeles felt ten times as long as it was. I’d really been trying to not think about my past since Kayla had arrived, but now that she was in heat, old wounds were coming to the surface.

None of my packmates knew about my past before them, and they never asked. It had never felt like the right time to talk about it, but now with my stomach knotting and my throat threatening to cut off my air supply, I needed the reassurance it wasn’t about to happen again.

I’d barely survived the pain at nineteen. I didn’t think I could survive it again.

After the plane had landed, N’Pact let us use their limo while they called for another ride. Our pack had been stuck in our own heads the whole flight, so we hadn’t talked to them much besides to express our gratitude multiple times.

We were about ten minutes from the house when I finally grew the balls to talk to them about the anxiety and fear I knew they could feel through our bond. They probably thought I was concerned about Kayla, and while I was, I knew she was going to be fine.

I rolled up the privacy window between the back and front of the limo and three sets of eyes turned to stare at me in question. “I need to tell you guys something that I’ve been keeping from you.”

Beck crossed his arms over his chest and nodded his head. I could feel a tendril of disappointment from him, even though he had no clue what I was about to tell them.

“Go on, man. What is it?” Kane leaned forward, his arms across his legs.

I stared out the window, trying to figure out where to start. “You all know I come from a very traditional, wealthy family. Part of that tradition is to build packs before their children even emerge.”

“Shit.” Rylan was next to me and put his hand on my shoulder in support.

“I was part of a pack before I met you guys. None of us liked each other, but we did the bond and tried to make things work because that was what our families expected of us.” The memories of the first few months of our bond were painful to recall.

There was so much fighting for the leader position, which was one of the reasons I forced myself not to give in to my instincts to fight Beck.

“Then the omega promised to our pack came of age after her two years at a boarding school.

She’d already been forced to go off her suppressants, so by the time she moved in with us she was already starting her heat.” A tear slipped out and I let it fall onto my shirt. “We got her through it, but then when it was time to bond with her…”

“You don’t have to finish if it’s too painful,” Beck said softly, surprising the shit out of me.

“No, I need to, because as much as I’ve tried to pretend it’s no longer stuck with me, it is.” I wiped another tear from my face. “She decided she didn’t want us. It fucking hurt, but then the next day she was gone and so was one of my packmates. They ran off together.”