Semua Bab The omega gift : Bab 1 - Bab 5

Lena Marlowe stared at the pale-pink cocktail sweating on the marble bar top, swirling the straw with the kind of gloom reserved for funerals and dental appointments. The ice cubes clinked against the glass like they were mocking her misery.“I need to know your battle strategy,” her cousin Mara said, nudging her shoulder. “You can’t just walk into that wedding raw and unprepared. Damian will smell blood in the water.”Lena groaned, rubbing her hand across her forehead as though she could wipe away the problem. “I haven’t figured out anything,” she muttered, taking a gulp of her overly sweet drink. “Every time I think about seeing him, my stomach tries to climb up my throat. It’s ridiculous. We’ve been divorced for four years? But one glimpse of his self-satisfied smirk and I turn into a trembling raccoon caught in headlights.”Mara rested her chin on her fist. “That man could make a priest swear. You’re allowed to be rattled.”“What’s worse is my family still thinks he’s some sort of

Ronan couldn’t help the grin tugging at his mouth as he and Silas watched the curvy little human all but sprint down the hallway toward the opposite end of the floor. Her heels clicked unevenly against the polished wood, her flustered breaths echoing faintly.Her scent lingered behind her like a trail of forbidden temptation warm vanilla, nervous adrenaline, a hint of desire she probably thought she masked beneath perfume. But shifter senses were merciless.“She’s adorable,” Silas murmured, voice a low velvet hum.Ronan let out a chest-deep sound that wasn’t quite a growl but close. “Cute,” he agreed. “And brave for stepping into an elevator with two strangers built like monsters.”“She noticed you first,” Silas teased quietly.Ronan shrugged, though the corner of his lip kicked up. He’d felt her gaze scrape over himstaring at his boots, traveling up the length of his legs, then halting… boldly… between his thighs. If she hadn’t looked away when she did, he might’ve purred at her.But

Lena couldn’t wrap her head around it.A ménage?What in the seven circles of romantic hell did that have to do with her needing a date to a wedding?Her brain spun, gears grinding.Calliope watched her like she was waiting for Lena to catch up. “I shouldn’t have asked it like that,” she corrected herself, tapping the tip of her pen to her notebook. “Let me rephrase.”Thank God. Lena was not emotionally prepared for this.“What I meant,” Calliope continued calmly, “is whether you’ve ever considered being involved with two men at once.”Lena’s mouth dropped open. No words. Not even a squeak. Just stunned silence.Asking her neighbor for help was clearly a terrible decision.“Calliope,” she began, setting her teacup aside. “I don’t think”“No,” Calliope said sharply, holding up a finger. “Don’t run away from the question. Humor me.”Lena’s face heated to volcanic levels. These were not normal neighborly topics. “Why does this matter?”“Because,” Calliope said, her voice softening but he