The Omegas Second Chance

Chapter 12

Levi

I heard laughing and giggling from the hallway near the elevators heading towards my office. Most of the floor had gone to lunch and I hadn't seen Shayna since she stormed off. I had been near feral trying to decide whether to go after her or let her have a few moments to collect herself. I wanted to apologize, I wanted to talk. There were so many things I needed to say, but I didn't know how to even go about them.

For a person who works with the public both in the courtroom and out, I was finding my lack of ability to speak to and connect with Shayna quite concerning. My wolf was in pain watching her leave and I hated the feeling of distress I had watching an omega clearly struggling. I was an asshole. I knew that. Everyone knew that. Shayna knew that most of all, but I didn't need to go all brute and alpha on her. I didn't need to act like she was mine to claim, mine. Was that what I wanted? Maybe, yes, I don't know. My head was a f*****g mess. Logically, I knew I didn't stand a chance with our past, but a part of me, a part that seemed to be wanting to break through to the forefront, wanted to have the opportunity.

I was tired of the f*****g around and the unstable life that being a bachelor came with. I wanted to settle down. I wanted to find another shewolf to share my life with. I had thought I had found that in Rachel, but clearly that had turned out to be a massive disaster. My mother had been driving me nuts with all the talk of finding a mate, either chosen or fated to settle down with. All of our cousins and friends were settling, and she was ready for a new family to nurture and care for. My father seemed to brighten at the idea and, honestly, I wasn't as turned off by the idea of a family and settling as I was 5 years ago. I wasn't getting any younger, as my mother would say. Every time I thought of dating or getting back out there it was like I broke out in hives. Everyone here either knew me or was taken, or not compatible with me at all. Not to mention, a lot of the women here who were single were still close to Rachel and that wasn't a nightmare I was ready to relive.

But Shayna? Something about her drew me closer. Drove me mad. Her scent, her smell, the fire in her eyes and the spunk she seemed to grow into as time passed. It was unfortunate and complicated things that I was her living nightmare, but I was determined to change her view of me. I was and still am a stubborn wolf and an even more tenacious Alpha and I had my sights set on her. It was ironic that the girl I used to bully seemed to be the object of all my attention. It made sense why I was so jealous of this imaginative figure I created when I heard her phone going off. I wanted her, I wanted to occupy all of her thoughts, time, her bed, her heart and the fact that someone else could possibly be doing that drove me near feral. I felt fully chastised and ashamed of myself and the words I spoke to her when she clarified that it was her son messaging her. I wondered how old he was, what he was like. Was he still in contact with his father? Where was his father? What were Shayna's feelings towards him? I had so many questions and not a single answer. She hasn't even been here for a full day yet, and I felt like staking my claim on her. Claiming her and putting her and her son at the center of my world. I wanted to get to know her, I wanted to know what she liked, what she didn't, what made her tick and what brought her happiness. I could imagine how that would go over if she heard my inner thoughts. She would probably slap me. I would probably like it. f**k.

The laughter grew louder and the click of heels signaled someone's arrival. I looked up from my desk where I had been completely ignoring the pile of work I still needed to complete by the end of the work day today. When my eyes landed on Shayna, I couldn't stop them from roaming from the top of her head, down her delicate and beautiful features, down her curves that made my mouth water and to the tips of her toes. My fists clenched with the force and effort it took to keep myself seated, but I couldn't stop the growl that worked its way up and out of my chest at the sight of my best friend's arm thrown around her shoulders as she threw her head back and laughed at something he said. The jealousy I was working hard to suppress reared its ugly head and I gritted my teeth. My sharp canines nearly pierced through my lips.

He was touching her. He was laughing with her. He was smiling, but more importantly she was smiling. She was laughing. She looked so god-damned beautiful. The light hitting her hair just right created a halo effect around her, and she looked f*****g ethereal. She had a bag of food with Patricks restaraunt's logo imprinted on it, and he had a bag himself. He looked away from the little omega and met my gaze and he smirked. Of course, he knew my thoughts. We had been in sync for so long, and it was like we had no trouble reading each other's thoughts.

Werewolves today didn't run in large packs like we used to hundreds of years ago. There were simply too many of us to form packs. There wouldn't be enough land to go around, and territory battles would happen too often. Instead, packs formed within families. We could link or mind reach people within our family or those we were bonded to. Like mates and packs. Some alphas decided to band together and share omegas, but I was not capable of sharing. I was too territorial, too possessive, hence why I was contemplating ripping my best friend's throat out. Patrick, though, was as close to pack or family as anyone could get and that was why he knew my intentions when it came to Shayna. Hell, he was the one who told me she was back, and he was the one who told me about his concerns about her safety. He knew my drive and the need to protect and he knew I had regretted the past with her. He knew and here he was showing up to my office acting like he was staking a claim on my omega. Not...a...fucking...chance! So it was no surprise to myself or him when I stood from my desk and slammed my fist down on it. Shayna jolted, and her eyes widened before she stepped away from Patricks touch.

Her heels clicked even louder on the floor the closer she got to me. Her sweet scent and the smell of her perfume flooded my senses and I wanted to roll my eyes into the back of my head in pleasure. She got to my desk and her eyes flicked to mine and a bright pink heat flushed her cheeks before she looked down, unable to hold my gaze. I knew my eyes were likely glowing, showing my wolf was near to the surface. I needed to go for a run and let him out, but right now I couldn't take my eyes off of her. The curvy little omega standing right in front of me.

"Here is your lunch" she whispered and her voice sent goosebumps over my flesh. I looked up for a second to see Patrick leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest and his legs crossed at the ankles. He had a mischievous smirk on his face before winking at me and walking away. But not before he called out a "see you later" to Shayna. I growled in warning but he just laughed as he walked towards the elevators. Shayna gasped at the sound of my growl but she didn't step back. She didn't smell of fear or terror. No, she smelled sweet, and curious, a little aroused even. I could work with that. I could work with interest. This was a start.