Talk About… Trouble (Rockwood Valley Omegaverse #4)

Chapter 13

Nash

D evon’s eyes lit up the moment I pushed open the door and he saw a drag queen sashay past us.

When he said he loved dinner theater, I wasn’t sure if this would count, but it sounded fun.

The website where I got tickets said it was a mix of pop songs and classics everyone would recognize.

All I wanted to do was spend more time with my omegas, which also meant snagging time with Devon while she worked, or her when he was out. Right now, it was his turn again.

Plus, I couldn’t stand being at home alone any longer. I had a pack and my alpha wanted to be near them every moment we could.

“This is everything,” Devon gushed as he pulled me over to one of the two seater tables. “Though, if they flirt with my alpha we might have problems.”

“Don’t worry, I’m all yours,” I reassured him, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead as I pushed in his chair then took mine, promptly yanking him around the table so we were touching.

“So needy,” he teased, looking up at me with what could only be described as molten heat. Those big, brown eyes of his would be the death of me.

When he was next to Wren, her expressive baby blues also focused on me?

Oh, I was a puddle.

“I’m Fiona. What can I get you?” a drag queen that had a sparkly, green wig walked up, looking more like a forest fairy than a waitress.

We’d barely looked at the menu so we both sheepishly opened it and chose quickly. She smirked down at us as she wrote our order down.

“Too infatuated with each other to look beforehand? Ugh, young love,” she teased before she was rushing away, barking orders at the kitchen as she passed by.

“I love it here,” Devon said, shaking his head.

The place filled up quickly. Fiona barely had time to drop by our drinks and an appetizer before she was off again and the lights were dimming.

The hostess walked out, a tall woman in mile-high boots and a tight, leather catsuit. Her first words in the mic were a ‘meow’ before she introduced herself.

“Hello, my beauties. I’m Kitty-Kat and I will be your hostess tonight! Who is excited to be here?”

The entire crowd cheered, including Devon who was already into it. While he was transfixed on them, I couldn’t help but keep my focus all on my omega.

The way he lit up was adorable, those expressive, brown eyes practically dancing with excitement.

“I think I need a little help on stage,” Kitty-Kat called out, putting a hand over her eyes and scanning the crowd. Devon’s gasp when she landed on him had me laughing. He was living for this.

Honestly, I was killing it at this courting thing. Two amazing dates down and several more successful hangouts. I knew it wouldn’t be perfect as I tried to convince Wren she was mine, too, but I wasn’t scared of a little challenge.

I had a feeling when she realized I wasn’t going anywhere that she’d be more open to the idea.

Devon was whisked away on stage, a feather boa wrapped around his shoulders and he went all in to join the other dancers. I swear, they got even more cheers now that he was enthusiastically joining in.

The fact everyone was watching him, but he only had eyes for me, did things to an alpha.

Scent-matches were always talked about as such a soul changing experience and I was realizing that even more every time I spent time with my omegas.

Every breath I took, every thought I had, was now centered on them. Currently, Devon was at the front, and when I was alone with Wren, she was.

Together, though, they were both there front and center.

That was yet another sign that her dormant omega might not know she’s ours, but we sure as hell did.

Devon’s scent was even stronger when he was finally deposited back at my side. His excitement had it taking on a sweeter edge that I breathed in with no shame.

He tossed me a flirty smile, knowing exactly what I was doing, but his attention was still on stage as they did another song.

The food was dropped off between the next set and we both dove in. It was the usual pub food, but damn, it was good. Just as spicy as this whole performance was.

“Honestly, this is the best date ever,” Devon said as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Thanks, alpha.”

“No thanks necessary,” I said. “I’m courting my omegas.”

His cheeks burned a gorgeous pink as he stuffed a fry in his mouth to avoid the heavier moment.

Then the stage was lighting up again and our conversation was done for now. That was fine, a whole day of simply admiring my gorgeous omega was fine by me.

When the brunch came to an end and we stepped back out in the sunshine, I wasn’t quite ready to let him go just yet.

“Anywhere else you’d like to go?” I offered. He looked up and down the unfamiliar street. We’d had to drive out of town for this.

“Maybe back to Rockwood Valley and we can swing by the bakery for dessert? I could use some chocolate but for some reason my omega is antsy being too far from Wren.”

He rubbed his chest like there was an ache forming there. They hadn’t bonded, but they were as close as you could get without bites so that had my alpha on edge.

“Of course, let’s head back. Why don’t you text her and check in?” I offered as we climbed in my truck. I secured his seatbelt and mine, before navigating into traffic.

She still hadn’t answered by the time we hit the highway. At this point, the sun was starting to dip lower and my alpha was more and more on edge.

“Call her,” I said, more than suggesting.

He nodded, chewing on his lip as he tapped at his phone. It was on speaker so the ringing filled the cab. My heart was slamming in my ribcage as I waited for her voice, but it never came.

We were only an hour away, but if she didn’t answer by the time we reached Rockwood Valley, we’d be making a detour to the sanctuary she worked at. Harding Farms wasn’t too far from Whitaker Ranch, I knew the way well.

Then the phone rang and I found myself pushing harder on the gas.

Our omega needed us.