Chapter One
The Omega was late. This did not bode well for their first day together. They had yet to meet, and already the little shit had managed to piss Simon off.
Simon paced the common room of the pack dwelling as he waited for any sign of the Omega. While there were plenty of Wolves milling around, not one of them was his Omega.
Of course, to be fair, Simon had yet to be meet his new work buddy. Finn could be there, and he would not know it. Simon did a quick scan, looking for any Wolf that would look like an Omega. Nope, not a single one of them fit the bill. There were a few civilians, a handful of Betas, and a scattering of children, but nada in the way of Omegas.
The sound of pounding footsteps broke through the buzz of noise, and a slim figure came into view. The guy came up to Simon and had the audacity to flash a smile before saying, “Sorry, I’m late. I overslept.”
The first thing that struck Simon’s mind, other than the fact that the brat had a weak excuse, was how Omega-less he looked. Most Omegas were blond with blue eyes. Not this guy. Sure, he had blue eyes, but they were dark. So much so that they reminded Simon of water at nighttime. Plus, this Omega had dark brown hair. He kept it short in the back, but a little longer in the front, so it was a bit stylish and not so stuffy looking.
The one thing the Omega did have that was the same as most Omegas was the short, thin build. Usually, Simon found it a turn-off, but on this guy, somehow it managed to work. He wore the pack uniform, and the black garment fit his body like a glove, showing off all his dips and ridges to perfection. Simon almost wished the man would turn around, so he could get a good view of his ass. Simon had a sneaky feeling that he would just love the view from there.
Simon hated to admit it, but the little shit was much better looking than he’d been expecting. That still didn’t mean that Simon was going to let him off the hook, though.
“Oversleeping is no excuse for being late. Maybe next time, I’ll arrange for a wakeup call for you,” Simon growled, curling his lip up.
The Omega took a step back and paled some. “No, that won’t be necessary. I just forgot to charge my iPhone up, and it died overnight, so the alarm didn’t go off. I won’t let it happen again. I promise.”
Simon knew he posed an intimidating figure in his assassin attire of all black. He even had his cloak on, with the hood pulled up and obscuring everything but his face. So the Omega was probably scared—well, good. Things would work better that way. Maybe then the Wolf would be intimidated enough to not cause Simon any trouble.
“Let’s get going,” Simon said, as he turned and walked away.
“My name is Finn, by the way,” the Wolf said as he ran to catch up.
“I know,” Simon said, without even turning around.
“I already know yours is Simon, too, so is it okay if I call you that?”
God, this whole this whole timid shit was getting old already. Simon got the feeling that if he said boo, Finn would piss himself. Simon was half-tempted to test the theory just for shits and giggles, but not even he was that mean. Okay, maybe he was, but he didn’t want to have to waste time while Finn changed clothes. They were already late as it was, and who knew how long it would take Mr. I’m Scared of My Own Shadow to find new pants.
They walked outside and went to one of the pack’s SUVs. Since there was no way in hell that Simon was about to let Finn drive, Simon got behind the wheel. Once Finn got into the passenger seat, Simon sized him up once again. The view up closer was much better than the one far away.
“So they say you are the best tracker in the pack?” Simon asked.
He just didn’t see it. How could somebody who was afraid of their own shadow be able to track down anything? It would seem that Finn would be too busy looking for a place to hide out rather than checking out his surroundings to see what might be out
The Omega was late. This did not bode well for their first day together. They had yet to meet, and already the little shit had managed to piss Simon off.
Simon paced the common room of the pack dwelling as he waited for any sign of the Omega. While there were plenty of Wolves milling around, not one of them was his Omega.
Of course, to be fair, Simon had yet to be meet his new work buddy. Finn could be there, and he would not know it. Simon did a quick scan, looking for any Wolf that would look like an Omega. Nope, not a single one of them fit the bill. There were a few civilians, a handful of Betas, and a scattering of children, but nada in the way of Omegas.
The sound of pounding footsteps broke through the buzz of noise, and a slim figure came into view. The guy came up to Simon and had the audacity to flash a smile before saying, “Sorry, I’m late. I overslept.”
The first thing that struck Simon’s mind, other than the fact that the brat had a weak excuse, was how Omega-less he looked. Most Omegas were blond with blue eyes. Not this guy. Sure, he had blue eyes, but they were dark. So much so that they reminded Simon of water at nighttime. Plus, this Omega had dark brown hair. He kept it short in the back, but a little longer in the front, so it was a bit stylish and not so stuffy looking.
The one thing the Omega did have that was the same as most Omegas was the short, thin build. Usually, Simon found it a turn-off, but on this guy, somehow it managed to work. He wore the pack uniform, and the black garment fit his body like a glove, showing off all his dips and ridges to perfection. Simon almost wished the man would turn around, so he could get a good view of his ass. Simon had a sneaky feeling that he would just love the view from there.
Simon hated to admit it, but the little shit was much better looking than he’d been expecting. That still didn’t mean that Simon was going to let him off the hook, though.
“Oversleeping is no excuse for being late. Maybe next time, I’ll arrange for a wakeup call for you,” Simon growled, curling his lip up.
The Omega took a step back and paled some. “No, that won’t be necessary. I just forgot to charge my iPhone up, and it died overnight, so the alarm didn’t go off. I won’t let it happen again. I promise.”
Simon knew he posed an intimidating figure in his assassin attire of all black. He even had his cloak on, with the hood pulled up and obscuring everything but his face. So the Omega was probably scared—well, good. Things would work better that way. Maybe then the Wolf would be intimidated enough to not cause Simon any trouble.
“Let’s get going,” Simon said, as he turned and walked away.
“My name is Finn, by the way,” the Wolf said as he ran to catch up.
“I know,” Simon said, without even turning around.
“I already know yours is Simon, too, so is it okay if I call you that?”
God, this whole this whole timid shit was getting old already. Simon got the feeling that if he said boo, Finn would piss himself. Simon was half-tempted to test the theory just for shits and giggles, but not even he was that mean. Okay, maybe he was, but he didn’t want to have to waste time while Finn changed clothes. They were already late as it was, and who knew how long it would take Mr. I’m Scared of My Own Shadow to find new pants.
They walked outside and went to one of the pack’s SUVs. Since there was no way in hell that Simon was about to let Finn drive, Simon got behind the wheel. Once Finn got into the passenger seat, Simon sized him up once again. The view up closer was much better than the one far away.
“So they say you are the best tracker in the pack?” Simon asked.
He just didn’t see it. How could somebody who was afraid of their own shadow be able to track down anything? It would seem that Finn would be too busy looking for a place to hide out rather than checking out his surroundings to see what might be out
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