~Connor~
I should have known. The moment I left her for five goddamn minutes, I should have known she’d attract trouble like honey drips calling in every starving fly.
My little Omega sitting at a table, looking nervous and too sweet for her own good, and of course some slick-haired, sun-burned dude.
As I walked the first thing I felt was how wrong the air was. You ever step into a place and instantly know something is off?
That gut-deep punch in your chest that says, someone is touching what’s mine. Yeah, that’s what hit me.
Not the smell of food, not the clinking of wine glasses, not the little violin player in the corner trying too hard to sound romantic. No.
It was the sound of her laugh. Too high. Too nervous. Too fake. That laugh that tells me she’s lying with her mouth bu
