Knot So Perfect Omega (Omega Match #1)(9)

Me: They said there wasn’t an error, but there has to be because I didn’t list them or any pack, for that matter.

Brian: What are you suggesting?

“Careful,” Kara warned. “We don’t know this guy and he’s being pretty cagey.”

Me: I need to confirm the match with them because if there’s been a glitch of some kind, it needs to be remedied.

Brian: It wasn’t a glitch. I’ll see you on Monday.

Me: Can you please have one of them contact me? The match email doesn’t have their phone numbers because they’re ‘celebrities.’

The message stayed unread for a solid minute before I threw my phone on the bed in frustration.

“This is bullshit. I’m just supposed to get on a plane on Monday with no contact information for them?”

“Maybe you should give it a shot.” Kara got off the bed and went to her dresser to pull out pajamas. “Are you staying here tonight?”

I nodded. “What do you mean, give it a shot?”

“Well, think about it. You go there, be your charming self, they send you back, and boom! You’re a hundred thousand dollars richer. You can start your business.” Kara threw a tank and pajama shorts at me. “Or you can fall madly in love with them, and I can live vicariously through you.”

“Did that alcohol go straight to your brain?” I got up, feeling slightly buzzed myself. “I can’t do that!”

“Why not? It’s the perfect opportunity for you to get your start-up costs and show just how fucked Omega Match is.” Kara rarely cussed, and I gasped. “My guess is they put the wrong name down, and when there wasn’t a match, they paid to have it happen.”

“Then you should go. Say you’re me.” I crawled back into bed, leaving my clothes in a heap on the floor. Kara immediately picked them up and folded them to put on her desk chair.

“We’re twenty-two years old, Kayla.” She sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed a scrunchie from her nightstand to tie her hair back. “They would know immediately, and who knows what the fines would be? Do you think our parents are going to want that?”

I sighed because she was right. “You aren’t mad?”

She lay down and flicked off the light, dousing us in darkness. “I was, but if no packs want me, then maybe I’m doing something wrong.”

“You aren’t.” I checked my phone one last time for a message from Brian. “I bet you anything, I get to their house, and they’ll realize they put the wrong name. We’ll be back to drinking contraband liquor and chocolate together in no time.”

“I’m sorry I told you that you were dead to me.” She whimpered and leaned in to hug me. “Maybe you’re onto something about not caring about this whole omega role business. It consumed me, and now look at what happened. It almost ripped us apart.”

“I’m sorry too. If you would have put them, maybe it would have been a match and-”

“It’s not your fault.” She pulled out of our hug and pulled the covers around us. “This is an opportunity for you.”

“Yeah.” I grabbed one of her Squishmallow pillows from the foot of the bed and hugged it. “I’ll be the best damn omega they’ve ever seen.”





CHAPTER FOUR


Kayla


A freaking private jet.

I didn’t even know what to think when my driver had taken me and two other omegas to a side entrance at the airport where small aircrafts departed from. There was minimal security and a waiting room that was straight out of a magazine.

The free donuts and coffee helped calm my nerves slightly, but I was still all twisted up inside about leaving the security of the academy and my sister to go into the unknown. This pack could be my worst nightmare.

I could have raised a much bigger stink about the whole thing, but Kara did have a good idea about letting it play out until they sent me back.

“I can’t believe this is happening so quickly! It’s exciting, don’t you think?” One of the other omegas, Charlotte, was sitting next to me on the plush loveseat facing the giant windows looking out onto the tarmac. “I couldn’t believe I matched with my dream pack. I’m glad they came to our open house a few months ago.”

I looked over at her as I took a bite of donut, sprinkles dropping down my shirt. “What if they’re complete assholes though?”

Mackenzie, the third omega in our little group of luxury fliers, laughed. “Why are you always so cynical? You do realize you matched into one of the most sought-after packs? Not only are they rich, but they’re also sexy as fuck and smart. You have to be to run the empire they do.”

“Makes you wonder why they picked me,” I muttered with a mouthful of donut.

“You must have made an impression on them. What did you think of their scents?” Charlotte brought her own donut to her mouth and nibbled on it.

While I wasn’t close to the other omegas, most of us considered each other friends. It was hard to build strong relationships when we were all vying for the same packs, and our instincts often left us grumbly around each other.

“I didn’t smell them. One of the only classes I aced at the academy was Olfactory Management.”

It was hard to not use your nose, but I was a master of it.