Page 211 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus

“Do you have any allergies or foods you don’t like?” Miller asks. His warmth frames my back as his face appears over my right shoulder.

I swallow thickly, shaking my head. “No allergies, and I’m not picky. I don’t care for a lot of shellfish or seafood, but I’ll eat it if I need to.”

“I don’t eat a ton of seafood either, especially if it comes in a shell. You’ll want to avoid the other restaurant. It’s very New England.” He chuckles. “I feel like the smell permeates everything. I guess I’m easy to please. I’ll take a steak and a loaded baked potato any day of the week over lobster.”

“Me too,” I agree, smiling at him. My chest rises and falls quickly as I get another strong hit of his scent.

I could have looked really silly just now. I know seafood is popular up here, especially crab and lobster.

Miller’s hand falls to my waist as he guides us closer to the food. My hand shakes against the tray as I try to figure out if all alphas are this touchy feely or if maybe he’s as attracted to my scent as I am to his.

Chapter Six

Nik

“She’s obviously a match,” Oliver says, yanking the scent card back and taking another huge whiff. His mess of curly white-blond hair falls in his eyes as he glares at me from behind his black glasses.

It’s a legitimate struggle not to punch my packmate in the face and tear the scrap of cloth and cardboard out of his hands. He’s breathing so deeply that I’m pretty sure he’s going to have soaked up all the smell and then I’m going to have to murder him.

“You’re wasting it,” I snap, trying to yank it back.

“Fuck you,” he grumbles, petulantly spinning in a circle.

Oliver might be skinny as fuck, but he’s got three or four inches in height on me and extremely long arms.

Unnaturally fucking long now that I think about it.

He stretches the scent card toward the ceiling and shoves me away with the other. I snarl, slamming my chest into his back.

Oliver growls, slapping at me again, and I’m surprised when he pops his ass back, knocking me off kilter.

I’ve stared down a line of defense that could have broken my spine if they hit me wrong and never blinked.

I can take Oliver if I have to.

“Oh yeah, you guys are totally fucking fucked,” Claude says, chuckling darkly. “I’m a little disappointed we don’t have a camera in this room. I could make bank using it for blackmail purposes.”

The lab specialist shakes his head like he’s truly enjoying watching Oli and me go at it.

“You’re fired,” I snap, jabbing a finger at his chest. “Give me the bag before you collect your belongings.” He doesn’t listen, so I lunge for it.

“Holy shit,” Claude says, spinning around and heading for the doorwiththe bag. “Go sniff her yourself, you fucking lunatic.”

“Find a new job,” I growl at his retreating back.

I frown because Nathan will be extremely fucking pissed if I start firing his employees left and right. My brother and I might own equal shares of the resort, but I can admit I’ve left him to handle the business for so long that I didn’t even complain when he started demanding an extra fifteen percent of the profits.

“God, it feels like your brother has been gone for ages. How much longer until he gets back? I want a raise.” Claude sighs. “I deal with shit like this every day. Why do you think I’m the one who administers the scent cards?”

Well, that’s a very good point. Farrah Chamberlain, the resident nurse practitioner, is tiny. She’s not someone I’d want going toe-to-toe with a half feral alpha. Especially not now that I realize how insane a highly compatible scent can drive an alpha.

Farrah has been here since I was a teenager. Claude has been here for years too. It would be irresponsible to let him go.

“Fine, you’re not fired,” I assure Claude, approaching with my palms raised.

Oliver is still huffing away at Melody’s scent card. His back is facing me, but I can see the goofy smile on his face. This is agood thing, all three of us need to be in agreement if we’re going to court an omega, and it’s very clear that we are.

“You can keep your job, but I am going to need those remaining cards.” I give Claude a tight smile and barely hold myself back from lunging at him.