The Omega's Twin Hybrids

~Finch’s Point of View~*Dude, do you smell that,* I asked my brother Jack, over mind-link.I watched as he took a few deep breaths, then his eyes flicked to black. I heard a faint rumble from his chest, his beast certainly catching wind of the scent. Another indication of it blew out of his nose.Our eyes collectively darted everywhere, then we moved like a single unit. That was common with us, we were never far apart. “Damn it’s… Ohhh,” he whispered, as we left the wedding reception and moved inside.It was so rare to find an Omega anymore, an unmarked one anyhow. How has no one claimed her? Fuck! Her scent is beyond intoxicating, almost like a sweet melon. It was nearly paralyzing me.“In here,” I whispered, having tracked it into what looked like a sunroom. I moved straight for a couch and began to rub my face against the cushions, my brother picked up a pillow and inhaled it, his beast making low growls of satisfaction.“She was just here, we have to fucking find her. We have t

~Grace’s Point of View~After being in my dad’s building for over an hour, and seeing his touches everywhere but not him … it really and truly started to sink in that he was gone. I don’t have him to ask for anything anymore, no advice, no explanations. Everytime I started to get emotional about it my stone faced mother was right there to glare at me. It was like someone dropping a tray of ice down my back.My dad’s assistant was a fifty something named Michelle, never married with no kids who seemed completely frazzled. Her life was Astor Connects. It took me a bit but I realized it was because she thought she was going to lose her job. Did these people all not realize how desperately I needed them? There was no way in hell I was letting anyone go.“We’ll announce Grace as the interim CEO and President,” Harland said, matter of fact.“Interim? That won’t do. She is “IT”. We’re not slapping on a band-aid,” mom said, scoffing.They’d been going back and forth like this … like I wasn’t

~Jack’s Point of View~Sitting outside Grace’s office was like torture. Her scent was everywhere, overwhelming. I had no clue why I was here, if it was even work related. Finch was meeting with her too, and we were both scared shitless she’d find some reason to fire us. But it was odd we weren’t meeting together if that was the case.I wasn’t giving her enough credit, surely she knew having the three of us in the same room would be dangerous. She’d be very outnumbered.Finding her had been the best night of our lives, but now I wasn’t so sure. My beast stirred, not fully understanding my human bullshit drama but he just knew I was uneasy. It was only in his nature to project absolute confidence at all times, weakness wasn’t an option. That wasn’t how we were raised and I’d shifted long before most in our clan. I’d had Nox since I was ten and I didn’t know what it meant to be without him. I couldn’t even really remember it.When a bubbly blonde I didn’t recognize came out of the office

~Finch’s Point of View~ *We have to just do whatever it takes to make her stay. The longer she’s with us, her body will react,* Jack said to me, over mind-link. I more than knew that, sometimes he is such a douche. I secretly hated that he was six minutes older. He never really threw it in my face but he still acted like he was the one in charge. I mean, dragons are certainly much higher in the pecking order but on two legs I could take him. Maybe. An intense heat was radiating off of Grace, and I already knew what she needed to calm down. We’d moved her to the living room as we attempted to explain some things. I ran to the freezer and grabbed an ice cream cone. *Yes, take care of our mate,* Judson said, approving. I unwrapped it quickly and brought it to her. She eyed it and made a face. “This will help calm you, and soothe you,” I said, handing it to her. “I’m not a freakin’ child! Ice cream, seriously,” she scoffed, but she looked it over. They were our absolute favorite,

~Grace’s Point of View~ While one minute I felt like I had a target on my back, the next… I’m strolling into the cafeteria to a damn standing ovation. I blushed, harder than I ever had. My mom had walked down with me, and stopped dead in her tracks, putting her hand on my arm. She never … ever touches me. “Oh don’t trouble yourselves, but thank you,” she immediately said. If a face could say “bitch please,” mine was saying it. My entire body tensed and if she was literally anyone else, I might be tempted to punch her and I’d never done that in my life. When she took the credit, I turned toward Violet who was coming my way. She wasn’t having it and apparently had feelings about my mom. “GRACE! GRACE! GRACE,” Violet began to shout, and everyone chimed in. My hands went to cover my mouth and I was sure my face was completely red. By the time I looked up at mom, she actually looked … proud? Dare I say? It was beyond wild to really be seen like this, so publicly. I mean I’d been in