Page 100 of The Bright Omega

We chat for a few minutes about the pregnancy, how her alphas are handling it, and how she’s feeling. Then Lark turns the tables on me.

“I’ve changed my mind about you having a baby,” she teases. “You should have one soon so our kids can be best friends like us.”

I laugh. “Maybe my first and your second can be besties. There are no children in our immediate future.”

Lark’s laugh is knowing. “You say that now, but things have a way of doing what they want with an omega’s body. Especially when heat is involved.”

I take a breath. “That’s actually why I called. My heat is coming up and the guys want to take me to Nantucket. Kind of a heat vacation. Is that going to be a problem?”

“Absolutely not,” Lark says without hesitation. “You deserve this. Jasmine can cover for you. She’s been killing it anyway.”

I let out a relieved breath. Leith squeezes my toe gently.

I smile and relax back into the cushions. “Thank you. I’ll message Jazz and let her know she’s riding solo for a few weeks,” I say, already thinking ahead. “Although she pretty much attends all the same calls and meetings. It’s not like she doesn’t already know everything.”

Lark hums thoughtfully on the other end. “I’ve been impressed with her. She stepped up so well while you were out. I think she got a taste of being a decision-maker and liked it. I’m worried we’ll lose her if I don’t figure out a way to promote her soon.”

I nod even though she can’t see me. “Yeah… that makes sense. We should talk about that when I get back. She’s too good to lose.”

We chat for a couple more minutes before Lark asks, “Have you spoken with Lucy since the ordeal?”

“Oh shit balls!” I blurt out. “I’ll text her right now!”

Lark laughs. “Go. Tell her I said hi. And have fun in Nantucket. You deserve it.”

We say our goodbyes and I hang up, already pulling up Lucy’s contact.

Cammie: Don’t hate me! I’m so sorry I haven’t messaged.

Lucy: Omega, please. You’ve been through it. I knew you’d text when you recovered.

Cammie: Yeah. It’s been wild.

Lucy: How are you? I was so scared when Beck burst into the bar.

Cammie: I’m doing better. Much better. But I don’t want to talk about me. I heard you’re packed-up.

Three dots pop up immediately. Then disappear. Then my phone rings. Lucy’s pretty face and short, dark hair fill the screen. I slide the icon to accept. I don’t even get a “hello” out before she bursts through the line.

“How do you know?”

I look at Leith again. He raises one eyebrow, clearly listening.

“Leith told me,” I admit.

“That fart head!” Lucy groans. “I bet my dad had him stalk me, didn’t he?”

I laugh, leaning back against the couch. “Luce, we really need to teach you to curse properly.”

She huffs, but I can hear the smile in her voice. “Did he tell my parents? Or anyone else?”

I glance at Leith. He shakes his head once, firm and clear.

“No one knows yet but us,” I tell her. “Is it a secret?”

“I’m testing it out,” she says, a little quieter now. “I don’t want my mom and the dads, or god forbid, Silas, interfering yet.”

“My lips are sealed.” I look at Leith again. He nods his head once. I grin. “Leith’s are too. We just want you to be safe.”