Resistant Omegas 5: Dewey by Joyee Flynn (black books to read .txt) 📗

had been driving in front of us to lead the way since they knew where we were going.

“What happened?” Azyle asked as he came racing over toward us. I sat back on my heels and shook my head. Which wasn’t the best idea.

“I don’t know,” Tag admitted as he gently rubbed my back. “He just demanded that I pull over. Maybe it’s nerves? We passed a sign that we’re getting close.”

I wasn’t ready to open my mouth to try and talk, afraid of what else might come out. Instead I gave him a thumbs-up to let him know he got it right on the head.

“Hey, it’s okay, my love,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m scared too. Today we’re just going to check out our new house and get settled. That’s all you have to focus on for now.”

“New house, got it.” I took a bottle of water Percy offered to rinse out my mouth. “Sorry, guys. All of a sudden I felt as if I was plummeting a hundred feet or something.”

“No worries, my legs were getting cramped.” Percy smiled and gave me a wink. Goofball.

“Apparently, so did my stomach,” I grumbled as Tag helped me get back on my feet. They all chuckled nervously as I climbed into the passenger’s seat, staring at me as if wondering what to do next. “I’m okay, guys. Let’s go home.”

“Everything’s going to be okay, Dewey,” Azyle said gently and then kissed my hand. I nodded, praying he was right. He closed the door and they got back into the vehicles. Then we pulled back onto the road and were on our way.

Twenty minutes later we were pulling into the long driveway of a mansion right out of Gone with the Wind. I hadn’t seen the movie, but it looked like what I remembered from the book at least.

“Wow.” Taggart whistled and I couldn’t agree more. “The upkeep on this place must be a nightmare.”

“There’s my logical pessimist,” I teased. He responded with an eye roll as he parked next to Azyle’s car. I climbed out and took in the grandeur of the house. “I can’t believe we’re going to be living here. Do I get my own wing?”

“If you want,” Azyle chuckled as he walked over to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “But I’d prefer if we all slept in one of the master suites. I find I like waking up to you.”

“Me too,” I admitted with a blush. I took a deep breath as I glanced at my men. “Let’s do this.” They nodded and I grabbed my bag before we headed to the front porch. Just as we got to the front door, it opened.

“Welcome,” an older man said with a bright smile. “I’m one of the two Elders of the pack, Francis.”

“Nice to meet you, Francis. I’m Taggart Becket and this is my mate, Dewey Seymour.” They shook hands before the Elder turned to take mine. I was pleasantly shocked since most Elders I met looked down on Omegas.

“The pack is excited to meet you tonight and I’m thrilled you’re here. This is a good pack that has had a very rough time and needs the strength you will give it, Omega Seymour.”

“Just Dewey is fine,” I said nervously. “I’ll do what I can but I’m not sure I’m the solution.” Then something he said hit me. “Tonight? I thought we were meeting everyone tomorrow.”

“They didn’t want to wait but I promise it will be informal. We’re just having a cookout and a pack run around the grounds.” He gave me a soft smile and I couldn’t help returning it. He was like the sweet grandpa everyone wishes they had… If they had shitty grandparents like I had.

“You okay with that?” Tag asked me cautiously, eyeing me over as if I was going to throw up on the Elder.

“Yeah, we can handle this.” I sounded a lot more confident than I felt but I’d figure out a way to get it together.

“How are the boys?” Percy asked after hugging Francis. “Are they excited to meet an adult Omega?”

“What boys?” I mumbled to Taggart, hoping he knew what was going on.

“I have no idea,” he answered and glanced from Azyle to Percy, who both looked guilty as hell.

“We suck,” Percy blurted out. “We thought the High Council told you. Everything’s been moving so fast it never crossed my mind.”

“Tell us,” Tag growled, the order apparent.

“Remember Tristan told you our last Alpha was a sick fuck who was completely off his rocker?” Azyle hedged as he glanced at Francis, whose expression was calm as if wondering what our reaction would be.

“Yeah, something about having a boy-toy harem he abused,” I answered as the light went off over my head. Everyone was so worried and focused on that I was an Omega that things just clicked into place. “His harem was underage Omegas?”

Azyle nodded and sighed. “We didn’t know he had them locked in the basement until he tried to assault an Omega in sanctuary with Carson. We’d only been here a few weeks then. We took the old Alpha into custody and he was executed, but not before he confessed to having over a dozen Omegas he kidnapped from various packs.”

“Why haven’t they been returned to their home packs?” Tag asked and I nodded. That seemed like the logical move to me.

“He didn’t kidnap all of them,” Percy mumbled, looking really uncomfortable. “We say it that way because most of them don’t know that their parents sold them. Only two were kidnapped and their home lives were for shit so the Council said they could stay with us.”

“How many?” I pinched the bridge of my nose. Tag growled and I got the feeling we were on the same page. How could no one have told us about this?

“Fifteen. There’s one who’s going to be twenty-one in a few months and the youngest is fourteen.”

“Fourteen!” I shouted and lowered my voice when I realized the Omegas might be