Omega Matchmaking | RH OMEGAVERSE

Chapter Ten

The house smelled like dirty, sugar glazed sex by the time Garrett had gotten home from practice. Micah had texted him and Lloyd earlier, telling them not to pick up food on the way back. Apparently, Olivia wanted to cook for them, and he had been thrilled at the idea. When he walked into the kitchen, Olivia and Micah sat at the dining table, with plates and forks set for four.

"This is beautiful, angel." He knelt down to kiss her head, wrapping her into his arms for a brief second. She smelled of slick, but it was faint. "What did you cook for us?"

"We made spaghetti." She smiled, although her eyes flickered to the door. "What time is Lloyd supposed to get home?"

"He's usually right behind me." He shrugged, and then the sound of another vehicle parked outside. Right on time, Lloyd entered the house with a menacing scowl that faded as soon as the omega laid eyes on him. He hid his emotions better than most, but Garrett noticed the frown lines that were beginning to etch into his skin. He worked too hard.

"Thank you, Olivia," he spoke before he'd even assessed the table, or the food. "This was sweet of you, but we're supposed to be the ones courting you."

Olivia frowned, but Micah interrupted before she could say anything, hopping from his chair. "I'm starving, since our sweet girl made me wait for you guys."

He loaded his plate, and Garrett followed him. It was a pot of spaghetti, and nothing else. He grinned, satisfied. Anything his omega cooked was perfect. None of them spoke until they were sat around the dining table, which was unusual for them. Olivia sat on the end, with Garrett and Micah on either side of her, while Lloyd sat directly opposite, facing her. She asked about his practice, and he'd given her what little details he could.

When she'd turned to Lloyd and asked about his day, he'd replied with a single muttered word. "Busy."

"Did you get settled in?" Garrett asked, and she nodded. "Have you thought about who you'd want to spend the day with tomorrow?"

He wouldn't question her answer, but he silently hoped that it would be him. Please, please, please. He wanted to spend time with her more than anything, but her eyes flickered toward Micah, rather than him. When did he get such an advantage on them? Why is he smiling at her like they already have some secretive inside joke? His heart seized in his chest, feeling left out. He'd only been gone for a few hours.

"I think Micah first," she started, and he exhaled softly, disappointed but not surprised. "Then, Garrett." She placed her palm over his, and his worries were forgotten when she smiled at him.

"And, then Lloyd on Thursday?" She glanced toward the pack alpha with hopeful eyes, but he cleared his throat, and Garrett felt his shoulders tense at Lloyd's words.

"I have an important client meeting on Thursday." He countered, and both of the other alphas glared in his direction. "What about Saturday?"

Olivia swallowed, but nodded simply. "That works for me."

But, that didn't work for Garrett. Lloyd had promised their omega that she would pick who she spent time with, and he had already denied her? Her sweetened scent diminished, and Garrett could tell that she was stressed, or upset. He wanted to bark at Lloyd, but it wouldn't make a difference. Micah, however, couldn't constrain himself as he interrupted. "You can't reschedule for her?"

"No." Lloyd's tone was one of finality, cruel and vicious dominance that demanded respect, even without a direct order. "It's been planned ahead for months."

"You promised her that she'd pick our days." Micah resisted Lloyd's attempt at control, arguing as Olivia settled a hand over his forearm.

"It's okay, Micah." She soothed, but his attention was focused on Lloyd, irritated.

"No, it's not." He quipped to Lloyd, who sat still as stone at the table. "He should make time for you."

"That is what we agreed on." Garrett mumbled between them.

"Enough." Lloyd barked, and the order rang through Garrett's ears like a gunshot, silencing each of them.

Micah was forced into submission, and his head tilted unconsciously, baring his neck, although his face had contorted into seething rage. Even Garrett had stiffened and held his breath, and his eyes squeezed shut when his omega released a soft, sensual whine. It was full of fear, though, and he couldn't even move to comfort her, frozen in his seat. He wanted to scoop her into his arms and drag her away from the others.

"I'm sorry, angel." He spoke quietly, and she made a choked sound, the only acknowledgment that she'd heard him.

"Micah will make sure to clean up the dishes, not the omega." Lloyd ordered, rising from the table with tense shoulders. He placed his dishes into the sink, and left each of them to recover from his overwhelming dominance.

"What an asshole." Micah growled in his chest, and Garrett sighed when Olivia flinched beside him.

It was like none of them had been around omegas before, and Garrett took Olivia's hand as he gently pulled her from her chair. He didn't say anything to Micah as he dragged her away, knowing that he wouldn't be able to follow until the dishes had been done. He collapsed onto their living room couch, holding his arms out for her. "Are you alright?" He asked.

She climbed over him, lying her head on his chest and breathing in his calming scent. "It's weird hearing an alpha bark."

"He had good intentions," he defended, unwittingly. "Micah did, too."

"I know, I think." Her nose wrinkled, and he gestured to the television, offering the remote.

"What should we watch?" He asked, distracting her. She clicked through their channels, settling on a cooking show.

He was content to hold her, and once Micah had finished cleaning, he'd entered the room and apologized. He sat beside Garrett's feet, but eventually ended up lying over his legs, and he had been crushed by the alpha and omega that laid over him.