Page 112 of The Boss Omega
I close the door and circle around to the driver’s seat.
Graham is already in the passenger side, but he doesn’t settle. Not fully. He keeps turning slightly, looking back at her like he needs constant confirmation she’s still there.
I start the engine and pull out onto the road. The silence in the car is thick. I want her to talk to me. To reassure me that she’s really okay. But what do you say when you’re hauling a feral packmate and his captive omega in the backseat?
After a minute, Graham turns in his seat completely, bracing his arm along the headrest so he can see her.
“You don’t have to answer right now,” he says. “But the university is recognizing my research at the President’s Gala next week.”
Lark blinks at him.
“Graham,” I say, but I’m interrupted by the soft, bright tinkling of her laugh. It’s a fucking relief to hear it.
Graham narrows his eyes at me, but only for a second. Then he slides them back to Lark. “I’d like you to come with me.”
I huff out a quiet laugh, shaking my head. “I was just wondering how to break the silence.”
He ignores me, completely this time, but Lark doesn’t. She laughs even harder now. Graham isn’t offended, though. Anytime our omega is happy, he’s happy.
“So, will you come?”
Lark nods, still smiling. “Obviously. We’ll all be there. We can’t miss our sweet giant getting an award.”
Graham relaxes a fraction, but his gaze flicks to Saint. I glance in the rearview mirror and do the same. He hasn’t moved, his face still buried against Lark’s neck, arms locked tight around her like she’s the only thing tethering him to this world.
“I want you all there, except,” he ticks his chin toward Saint, “he’s going to need to learn to share.”
Saint growls and tightens his grip, but Lark only laughs.
I watch them in the rearview mirror. His face still buried in her neck. Her still laughing. There they are.
My pack.
Lark
Saint hauled me upstairs to his room as soon as we made it home. As if I might slip away if he loosened his grip even a little. He was calmer in his own space with familiar scents surrounding him, but not so calm that he let me out of his hold.
I was filthy from the dust settling in the air due to the warehouse collapse, so I needed a shower. Saint was worse after having dug through debris before I found him. I did convince him to let me down long enough for us to undress, and then we showered awkwardly. Washing your hair while being hefted by a naked alpha is not convenient. It’s also not conducive to sneaking peeks of said naked and soaking wet alpha.
The things an omega does to keep her alpha from losing it.
Good lord. I never thought I would so much as think those words. And after the way he treated me, I should probably make him suffer. Grovel a little bit. But I won’t.
He’s been hurting. And after today’s meltdown, I don’t think it’s all because of his mom’s death. Sure, that has to be part of it. I lived through it myself. I know how devastating it can be. But there has to be more.
We’ve been lying here in Saint’s bed for the better part of three hours. Somewhere between carrying me into his room and forcing me to sit on his lap while I brushed my teeth, the growling stopped. Maybe when he wakes up, he’ll actually be able to talk to me and explain what the hell has been going on in his mind.
I get my wish about thirty minutes later. He starts to wake and then panics when he realizes I’m not locked in his arms.
“Lark!” he yells, sitting bolt upright in bed.
“I’m here,” I say from my chair in the corner. “You loosened your grip about an hour ago and I sneaked out to brush through my hair and find some clothes.”
I’m currently wearing an oversized tee and some tube socks I found in his dresser. I thought about putting on a pair of his boxers but decided that I didn’t want anything to stand between Saint and my scent. I have questions for him, and I’m going to drive him crazy until I ring every single answer from him.
“Come here,” he says, patting the mattress next to him. “My alpha’s losing his shit with you over there.”
“Not until you answer a few questions for me.”
