I sighed. “You know how fucking stubborn he is. We’ve all tried to tell him he’s wrong.”
“I’ll have to talk some sense into him while he’s here.”
“He’s going to love that, I’m sure.”
She laughed. “How long will it take you to get here? I’ll tell the front desk to expect you.”
“Fifteen minutes.”
“Got it.” Violet hung up the phone, leaving me in awkward silence with Lavinia.
She drove aggressively, cutting people off to pass and revving the engine like it was a threat to those around her. It wasn’t until we were taking the highway exit that she spoke.
“So Violet is... West’s sister?”
“Biologically, yeah. His half-sister. She’s like a sister to all of us.”
“And she lives at the Omega Haven Residence.”
“Yes.” I didn’t elaborate further.
“Well, it’s good to know you’re not cheating on Talia with some other omega.”
I almost growled at the accusation. We could fucking never. We weren’t like her asshole scent match—all three of us were obsessed with her for real. Conrad loved her, no question, and West and I… We were pretty damn close. “We absolutely are not.”
“I tend to be somewhat... overprotective of my sisters,” Lavinia admitted. “But not anywhere near as protective as our fathers are over all of us.”
Since she was an Alfieri, that made her fathers one of the most brutal and powerful mafia packs in the city. No wonder they were protective. If we’d known about Talia’s heritage, we wouldn’t have dared to go anywhere near her.
Well, that might be a lie.
There was something about her that drew us all in, and I wasn’t sure we would have been able to avoid it. Putting our lives on the line for a chance to have her didn’t sound like the worst risk in the world.
“It’s nice to meet you, despite the overprotectiveness,” I said. “I’m sure your fathers will love us.”
She didn’t say anything, but she did bark out a laugh.
Yeah, that might be wishful thinking.
Chapter
Seven
TALIA
I worked overtime to crawl around the bed and set up pillows. It was impossible to get the nest right. There was something missing, and I couldn’t figure out what it was.
“Little omega.” West placed a hand on my shoulder. “Let me do that. I can help you make it perfect. You need to sleep.”
I’d already slept. Maybe not for long, but I couldn’t sleep again until the nest was right. My skin itched with the need for… something.
“No,” I mumbled. “I can’t tell you what it needs. I don’t… I don’t know what it needs.”
“I do.” He used his larger build to grab my hips and haul me back to the centre of the massive bed.
My heart raced, the heat pain fading as arousal took its place, but he didn’t touch me more. He placed a chaste kiss on my forehead and moved away. As fast as it arrived, the arousal vanished, reminding me that I was far past the point of heat where a knot would make everything perfect.
It might make itbetter.
