Page 18 of Omega Scorned

"Pencil right now, since I have it handy."

Jude frowned. "Your alphas don't buy you gifts or supplies?"

"Oh, they provide for me well enough. I could probably have paints and stuff if I wanted," I told them. But I wasn't actually sure. If I started buying expensive canvases and oil paints, would they question it?

"What do you all do?" I asked.

"I'm a photographer," Santi said. "These three are all models."

That explained the stunning good looks. I nodded. "I can see that, what type of modeling?"

"Mostly magazines and ads for me," Oren said. "I do runway modeling once in a blue moon. That's more Jude's thing."

"You do runways?" I twisted to look at Jude in shock. "That is very far from what I expected."

"Really?" Jude raised an eyebrow.

"Show her!" Oren grinned. He pulled out his phone and started up some edgy music with a hard beat.

Jude wasted no time in jumping up and running off down the hallway leading out of the living room. A second later, he came striding elegantly back, with a sweater slung over his shoulder, bare chest on display, white blond hair artfully rumpled. The man was walking temptation.

"Wow." I watched as Jude did a perfect runway walk almost to the sofa. He paused in a funky pose with his hand on his hip, an aloof look on his face. Then he spun, the sweater arching through the air, and strode out.

I clapped wildly, laughing. "Okay, okay, sorry I doubted you!"

Jude came back in, still sans shirt and plopped down on the loveseat. He looked pretty smug about the whole thing, but I couldn't help think he was even more delectable without his shirt. Something I hadn't felt in over a year stirred inside me and I had to clench my thighs.

"What about you, Grayson?"

"Also a model, but I tend more to product ads," he told me.

"Wow. A whole house full of models, you're pretty lucky," I told Santi.

He laughed. "I sure am. We're almost a perfect pack."

"Almost?"

He waved a hand. "Don't worry about it."

"Do you like board games, Em?" Oren asked, pulling my attention away from his alpha.

"I haven't played any since I was small."

"Well, we're big on playing games around here. Want to try one?"

"Sure."

We spent the rest of the morning playing a game called Wingspan. It was complicated, but it felt good to use my brain for something more than just planning the week's menu.

"Oh, shoot, it's already lunchtime. Can you stay for lunch? We have a ton of leftovers from yesterday," Grayson said, after Santi had beat everyone once more.

I looked up from putting the little eggs back in the bag. "My pack went to the beach, I don't think they'll be home until tonight."

"Perfect!"

Oren knelt beside me on the carpet to help clean up the game while the others scattered to get lunch set up. "Did you like returning to your childhood?"

"I used to play things like Sorry! and Candyland. This was nothing like that! But it was fun."