Page 11 of Indigo

“I told them to blood test us. I wanted to be ahead of the game but—”

“How did the Omega react?” He cuts me off.

I close my eyes and shake my head. “Like deer in the headlights.”

“Fuck,” he says again.

“I need another pack here. I can’t look after the Omegas when my mind is on Indigo.”

“Wait, wait.” I hear shuffling on the other side, like he’s standing up for the first time. “You scent-matched with Indigo?”

“Yes.”

“Short spitfire, hates all Alphas Indigo?”

I don’t particularly like his description of my mate, but it is accurate.

“Yes,” I grit between my teeth.

To that, Dominic whistles low. “You have your work cut out for you. You definitely need help.”

“Dom—” I warn him with my tone.

“Hey, hey, she’s lovely. But she has a mouth on her. Fuck, I can’t believe Indie is the first one to scent-match. Couldn't it be one of the chill ones?”

“Think about how you talk about my Omega, Dom,” I say carefully. Hank’s and Cassidy’s eyes whip to mine, alert just by the words out of my mouth. I shake my head, bringing my palm up to let them know it’s okay. I might not like what Dom is suggesting, but he’s not disrespecting her.

“Sorry, man. Jesus, scent-matching has got your panties in a twist. Fuck me, you know I’m not with the Alliance anymore. You know I can’t send a pack to help you. They don’t respond to me anymore.”

“I know. But the Alliance is not being very responsive. Since we got here, not one of our requests has been granted. I need a name, man. Someone to talk to directly who can fix this for me.”

My words sober him up. “How bad, Nash?”

I swallow every truth as I look at my packmates. “We are managing.”

“Shit.” His fourth curse in this very short conversation. “Okay, I have a few names I trust. Have you told Beau?”

Beau was part of the other pack here with us. I shook my head. “It just happened.”

“Just happened?” He sounds surprised. “And your first instinct is to call me? Where’s Indie?”

“She… left.”

“Damn.” And now five.

“She needs time,” I say lamely.

“All right, Nash. Let me make some calls, and I’ll send some names your way. Give me an hour.”

I nod even though he can’t see it. “Thanks, Dom.”

I’m about to hang up, and he says, “And Nash?”

“Yeah?”

“Congratulations.”

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