Page 11 of Omega Makes a Family
"There's nothing to talk about, to be honest." I rise from the bench and stretch. "Like you said, no one is allowed to be as miserable as you are."
Theo chuckles and shakes his head.
"What's got you miserable this time, anyway?" I ask, grateful for a chance to change the subject. Getting Theo to talk about himself is a sure way to distract him from the conversation we'd been having.
"I don't honestly know." He sighs as we begin to walk back toward the main path that cuts through the compound. "I went to find someone to hook up with. Things were going well, but I was too distracted. I couldn't stop thinking about Oli—other things. Killed the mood like nothing else."
I glance at him sharply as he corrects himself mid-sentence. "What was that?"
"What?" Theo looks away to avoid meeting my gaze. "I didn't say anything."
"You started to say Oliver. I heard it."
"Why would I be thinking about Oliver while I'm flirting with some random omega?" Theo snorts in protest. "That doesn't even make any sense."
"So then what were you thinking about?" I nudge.
"N-nothing. Just other things. Stuff. It was distracting and annoying, and ultimately, I had to give up on getting laid tonight," Theo says with a heavy sigh. "Maybe I'm losing my touch or something."
"Right…" I shake my head but decide not to push the subject further. This little omega we brought home has completely distracted Theo who usually has a one-track mind when it comes to sex.
Then there's Sebastian who has apparently taken it on himself to be as friendly and charming as possible, escorting Oliver around the compound like some sort of tour guide. This is Seb we're talking about. The alpha that's always been quick with his fists and his temper. The one that's most likely to just punch his way out of a complicated scenario. He doesn't go out and woo cute omegas.
I'm over here sulking because everything went wrong. My instincts were telling me that this was the one. Oliver was the one I'd been seeking. I was so sure of it that I ignored evidence to the contrary and brought him home. Now that he's here, everything's just gotten even more frustrating.
I can't help but wonder what effect all of this might be having on Lucas. If any. I wouldn't be surprised if that lazy wolf is off sleeping somewhere without a care in the world.
Chapter 9
Lucas
"Lucas! Wait!"
I ignore the shout from behind me and continue walking. My father's voice rings out, making me cringe a little, but I keep going. I'm not interested in having a chat right now, especially not with him. I've heard everything he has to say a dozen times already. It's drilled into my head like a mantra.
"Lucas!" His voice is louder now and closer. I'm not going to be able to run away from this confrontation.
With a heavy sigh, I stop and turn around. I catch sight of my father, Elder William, approaching quickly. He's tall and broad with dark hair and piercing eyes. He looks angry.
"What?" I frown as he looms up before me. "What have I done to earn the ire of the great Elder William this time?"
"What have I told you about taking that tone with me?" William’s voice is harsh.
I grit my teeth and glare at him.
"According to the accounts from the other hunters, you didn't contribute much to the mission at all," William says, folding his arms as he looks down at me. "Why?"
"Because you forced me to go on a mission I wasn't suited for perhaps?" I offer an ambivalent tilt of my head. "Or maybe it's because I wanted to piss you off again. Apparently, that's all I ever do anyway, so why not do my best to make you mad again?"
"Don't use that tone with me, pup," William snaps. "And don't try to act like you're innocent here. You could've contributed something to the mission. Anything. We're wolves, we run in packs because we value community. We care for one another, support each other's efforts, and we all pull our weight so that everyone is cared for. Why can't you understand that?"
I scoff, shaking my head. "I understand perfectly fine. I understand that I'm not the son you wanted me to be, and you've never let me forget that a day in my life. Well, guess what, Dad? I don't care anymore. I'm done trying to live up to your expectations. Done trying to please you. Done with making my own life harder than it needs to be. I'm just done."
"Done with what, Lucas? Life?"
"Maybe," I mutter, turning away.
"If you think you can just run away and abandon your responsibilities." William’s tone rises. "You're wrong."
