Page 50 of Talk About… Dramay

“Maybe I should head out tomorrow morning,” I said, the idea filling me with genuine fear but I realized there was acurious part of me that was desperate to know if she was like Damon described. I’d go earlier but I had to swing back by our place in the morning to actually pack, clean myself up, and driving these woods at night was a disaster waiting to happen.

Hudson and Lane had been around enough omegas through our job. I’d only joined when our client was a beta. We had all played the part, given them what they needed, but it was always an act.

The fact they were angry I wasn’t dropping everything to come to them, meant thiswasa big deal.

Fuck… I had to go.

It was only a couple hours drive to Rockwood Valley from our place. I’d looked it up twice.

“Don’t forget to send that text,” Damon said, smugly smiling as he got up and left me to my thoughts. “Get some sleep, tomorrow morning you have to get on the road.”

I didn’t bother to argue. We both knew he was right.

I just hoped this omega was everything he promised she would be.

Oriana

“Are you sure about this? We can make him squirm,” Roman asked as he watched me pace. He was perched on my bed, looking sexy as hell in black jeans and a loose fitting, navy blue button up. It was unbuttoned at the top to show off a bit of his chest.

“Yes.” My voice rang with confidence I didn’t actually feel. If I waited I’d only be sick.

“We’re ready!” Hudson called up the stairs. I took one final breath and turned to the mirror. I’d put on an off the shoulder sweater over jeans that fit me like a second skin and boots.

Did I choose this to show off my new bite? Hell yes, I did.

My lips were painted a matte scarlet and my hair was hanging around my shoulders in glossy waves.

It was the most put together I’d looked in years.

If only I felt the same.

Maybe we were all dressing up a bit too much.

“Look. We’re going to the gazebo in the square. If the meeting goes poorly, we can head over to Whitaker Brews to not only have a drink, but to prove he’s not kicking me out of the life I want.”

“I’m with you,” Roman promised, glancing down at his phone and a sneer curling his face. “The others are busy on live and it’s busy as hell.”

“Good for them,” I shrugged, pretending I didn’t care.

He snorted as he stood, dipping down to press his lips in mine.

“Together,” he promised before turning me toward the door. “Let’s get this over with before he thinks you’re not coming.”

Hudson and Lane were waiting at the bottom of the stairs. My scent swelled around us as I took them in.

Lane was in all his tattooed glory, sleeves rolled up to show off his inked forearms and his ripped black jeans fit him like they were painted on. His hair was artfully messy and framing his face.

And his ass? Immaculate.

Hudson was wearing a white tee, leather jacket, and faded jeans. His long hair was glossy and straight, hanging around his shoulders.

“Damn, Princess, you’re a vision,” Lane flirted shamelessly, making my cheeks burn but I didn’t bother to hide the grin on my face. Hudson held a hand out as I reached the bottom of the stairs, helping me down the last step… or to just have a reason to touch me.

For a brief second I was greeted with a faint scent. It was so subtle I couldn’t define it but there was a hint of something woodsy and sweet.

My body leaned in as if searching for more, but it was already gone. I frowned, but tried to hide it. Now wasn’t the time for freaking out.

“Ready?” Lane asked. His pretty teal eyes were studying me, his body tense like he was ready to drag me back upstairs at the first sign of hesitation from me.