Page 4 of When She Needs Them Most
Omegas are rare.
They deserve to be spoiled and protected. Did he knock her up and disappear? Was he a bad guy, and she ran, seeking safety in a new town?
We finally make it up the sidewalk to the porch, and it takes everything in me not to carry her up the three steps. It’s an uncalled-for reaction, but rational thought often goes out the window when alphas and omegas are involved.
I offer an arm instead.
Chelsea gives me a tentative smile and mumbles, “Thanks.”
“No problem,” I assure her. “Here, let me. One set of keys does the front door, and one does the back, but I imagine you’ll get the hang of it.”
“Yeah, eventually.”
“Is the rest of your pack coming up separately?” I ask, shoving the key into the deadbolt lock.Way to come right out and show how much of a pushy son of a bitch you can be.
“Nope, it’s just me.”
My eyes widen. What the hell? I’ve never seen a pregnant unbonded omega.
Let alone one without a pack. Like, even if she isn’t bonded, where the hell are the alphas who knocked her up? Why aren’t they following her around, just waiting for the chance to sink their teeth in?
She has to be incredibly overwhelmed.
I stare at my feet, shaking my head. It wasn’t my place to push for more information, and if I’m not careful, I’ll make her uncomfortable.
“Well, you rented a beautiful home.” I unlock the final lock and swing open the door. “You know. There’s a bedroom on the bottom floor. It might make it easier…” My eyes fly to hers, and I curse under my breath as Sky barrels inside. “Sorry. I wish I could blame it on being an alpha. Apparently, I’m just a pushy asshole.”
The sound of Sky’s nails clicking across the wooden floor fills the air as Chelsea laughs.
“You did promise to check for vermin, and that’s one offer I couldn’t refuse.” She smiles brightly, turning sideways to slide through the doorway as her dark blonde waves bounce.
Good god, she’s really pretty.
Mrs. Wilson’s house was emptied when she moved to Florida. I guess I need to start referring to it as Chelsea’s rental house. It takes me way too long to wonder where she plans to sleep. If her furniture arrives tomorrow, what is she going to do?
I try to casually toss the question into the non-existent chitchat, but it comes out feeling forced.
“I’ve got an air mattress in the back of my SUV.” She heads toward the living room to flip on the lights.
My jaw falls.
There’s no way that’s going to be comfortable. I don’t want to sound like a dick, but she’s super fucking pregnant. I’m sure climbing up and down off that thing won’t be easy.
“I was going to stay at a hotel, but I didn’t realize the only place around would be almost four-hundred dollars for a single night.” She laughs. “It’s fine. I brought the air mattress with me instead of sending it in the moving truck. I also kept my blankets and pillows.”
It’s hard to mind my own business. We’ve got a guest room, complete with a queen-size bed, but I can’t imagine any omega would feel comfortable staying with three unknown, unbonded alphas.
“How about I give you a tour, and then I’ll bring in anything you need?” I offer as Sky bolts up the stairs. “Sorry, she has no manners.”Much like her owner, I add silently to myself.
Chelsea laughs. “That’s okay. She can scare away any critters before I have to see them. And, yes, thank you so much. I appreciate all the help.”
“Of course,” I agree. “Okay, want to start with the kitchen?”
Alphas outnumber omegas, something like seven or eight to one these days.
I’m utterly baffled how Chelsea ended up pregnant and unclaimed. I’m not proud of the fact I’ve spent the last several hours peeping out our kitchen window, like a total fucking creeper, but here we are.
Sky whines, nudging me with her muzzle.
