Page 89 of Talk About… Dramay

The bar was crowded and music already cranked up to top volume when we walked into Whitaker Brews.

I was wearing a sexy, emerald green dress Tate and Lane picked out for me and I was still coated in their collective scents. Hudson and Roman had both looked flushed when I saw them afterward and I knew they’d heard everything.

Now, I was grateful for it. My omega was happy, I felt loved, and my men were even more possessive. Someone was always touching me or kissing me.

It took some work to get to the bar, but with Hudson and Tate leading, we managed to snag a spot with three stools. I sat in the middle, with my betas flanking me and my alphas behind me.

I’d never felt so protected.

“Hey, sis, how are you?” Nash greeted me, his playful grin in place as he glanced behind me. “You plan on giving introductions?”

“This is my pack, Roman, Lane, Hudson, and Tate.”

“And is that everyone?” he asked pointedly. Before I could answer Cameron was shoving him aside.

“No.” His answer was a growl as he used his arms to lift himself up and over the bar to place his lips on mine. “You smell like you had a good night.”

Before he could pull back he rubbed his cheek against mine so his scent was there, too.

“Oh, live caught that, Cameron, you have some explaining to do,” Nash called out while a few others wolf-whistled around us.

“Come here?” Cameron asked. I bit my lip and nodded. Earlier tonight this would have terrified me, but it was hard to overthink after being fucked within an inch of your life and praised the entire time.

Hudson helped me down and walked me over to the end of the bar where Cameron took over, leading me up to the phone they had propped up on a permanent tripod, angled to take in the patrons and the bar top.

“Everyone, this is Oriana. My omega.” Cameron’s words were punctuated in a warning and a grin spread over my face as comments started rolling in.

YourDreamOmega:Ugh, what a lucky omega.

SpicyOmega:No, another Whitaker brother accounted for.

Waitingforherpack:Not him! He was mine.

“Sorry, he’s mine,” I told the camera, tucking myself into his side. “He has been for years.”

“Until I fucked it up, but I’m earning her back,” he added, leaning down to place a kiss on my temple.

“Get a room!” someone called out, earning a deep laugh from Cameron as he flipped off whoever said it.

I’d expected the comments to be vicious, but most were supportive. We got some congratulations and a few whining about their missed chances, but mostly it was encouraging.

It also made me feel a whole lot better about the types of videos the guys took. Though, to his credit, Cameron avoided most of the thirst traps.

That was Nash’s job. When he found his own pack I wasn’t sure where that would go.

“Another Whitaker bites the dust,” an alpha called out. Nash rolled his eyes and pushed past us.

“Shut up, Jesse, you’re just jealous we haven’t found our omega yet,” Nash shot back.

“Wait, he has a pack?” I hissed at Cameron.

“Not a full one,” Cameron explained. “Jesse moved to town a few years after we graduated and they were fast friends. They’re assuming they’re pack but haven’t found the other pieces yet.”

I watched Nash joking with the guy. They had an easy friendship, laughing hard and teasing each other.

“Stop watching other alphas or I might get jealous,” Cameron teased, nipping at my ear.

“You know I don’t want them,” I countered, spinning in his arms and pulling him in for a kiss. It felt right to just take what I wanted and not hold back. Maybe it was the insane sex I’d gotten earlier tonight, or just being here where he wasn’t afraid to show the world I was his, that changed my mind.