Page 7 of An Omega for the Lycan Prince

“Yes, maybe.” I pause. “But he still needs to watch out better.”

“Did you go to that party last weekend?” he wants to know, skilfully shifting the topic. He has always been good at that.

I nod. It was a get-together of some of our neighbor packs. I go to a lot of these to represent our pack, Silverlake. Also, I go because I am still searching for my mate. I hope I will find her soon.

I wonder what kind of person she will be. I want to finally meet the person the Moon Goddess has chosen as my perfect counterpart. No matter who she is, I am sure that to me, she will be the sweetest, most beautiful woman out there.

“No luck?” Finn asks softly.

“No.”

“Are you sometimes worried,” Finn asks tentatively, almost sounding worried himself, “that you won’t like her? That you won’t fit together?”

I am surprised. I never thought he harbored these fears. I assume they are natural, but honestly, I have never had them. “It doesn’t matter who she is,” I say after a while. “Or what she looks like. I already know she will be the most precious person I have ever met. The Moon Goddess makes sure that our mates fit us perfectly.”

His face lights up a bit at my words. I am not good at pep talks at all, but it seems to have worked this time. “You will find her.”

I nod tentatively. “What about you? No one in college you’ve got your eye on?”

“Oh, they certainly all got my attention,” he mutters in annoyance. “But none of them are my mate thankfully!”.”

I am surprised by his fed-up tone. “Is it really that bad?”

“There is a girl from the Moon Blood pack. Lauren something. I swear she is camping in front of my room.” He sounds pissed. “Anders said he would make her and her clique leave, but I want to handle it on my own for now.”

“You could try to make friends,” I point out. “People normally like you.”

“Yeah, but the normal students there are probably turned off by the instant squealing that follows me,” he groans.

“If you manage to talk to one of the not-so-crazy ones, make sure not to mess it up,” I say. I am about to add something else when I sense Anders at the door. “Let your Beta in,” I tell Finn.

Anders is a bit older than Finn. His parents are from Ireland. He has short red hair, an athletic build, and he is tall. He is a very skilled warrior but a bit too gullible when Finn’s concerned. He links me once he sees me.I am sorry, Alpha Liam.

I don’t particularly like it when they call me Alpha. Mainly because I am not the Alpha of our pack yet, and it feels wrong to be addressed that way. But I know it is coming from a place of respect.Any excuses?

During lunch, Finn said…He pauses.No, not really.

I like that he doesn’t make any excuses. I have to admit that much.Make sure it doesn’t happen again.

He nods in relief.Of course.

My phone rings, pulling me out of my conversation with Anders. It’s my own Beta, well, one of two. I take my phone, excuse myself and head for my office. Once I close the door, I answer my phone. “Dante?”

“Liam,” the tone of his voice raises my alarm bells instantly.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen? Are you safe?”

“I am,” he reassures me. “Listen, Liam. I looked into the homicide you told me about.”

“The one that happened in Red Claw pack?”

“Yes.” He sounds worried. “I was about to dig deeper when I stumbled over another dead body. Literally. A teenage boy. I found him in the woods.”

“What!?” I shake my head in disbelief. What the heck is going on in our surrounding packs? A kid? So young. I feel my chest clench in anger. “Rogues?”

“I am not sure,” Dante points out. He sounds thoughtful and calm. He always does. It’s why we work together so well. He is my voice of reason. I tend to be short-tempered sometimes. “It looked like it at first glance, but I couldn’t smell any rogues.”

“Have our warriors retrieve the body,” I tell him. “Our pack doctor should look at him to determine the cause of death.” I pause. “Make sure the kid’s body is treated with respect.”