Free Romance Omega Style [Resistant Omegas 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) by Joyee Flynn

We’re setting up a wooing party so the couples can make up. We just have to set the Valentine’s Day mood apparently.”
    “Can I help?” he asked after a moment. “I know I’m not romantic but I can take direction well.”
    “Yeah, but I plan on wooing you tonight so you can’t know everything going on.”
    “Why would you need to woo me? I’m already yours, Asher.”
    “Are you really?” I asked gently. “Have you decided to let us in?”
    “I did, but now that I’m seeing the stress of being an Omega and inner circle blow up what everyone’s built up, I’m not sure it’s wise.”
    “It’s scary, that’s for sure,” I said as evenly as I could as I kept working on the pit. “But some things in life are worth taking the jump for. Maybe tonight will change your mind that it’s right.”
    “Maybe.” There was an awkward pause where both of us weren’t really sure what to say next that wouldn’t risk potentially fighting. “How about I get all your bags to whatever room we’re going to be in and then I’ll come find you to see if there’s anything I can do?”
    “That would be great. And pass the word that we’re doing a cookout at five sharp. Just don’t tell anyone the rest of the plan.”
    “You got it, 007,” he chuckled before leaning down and giving me a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for being patient with me, Asher. I know it’s not easy and I don’t want you guys to hate me down the road or think I need coddling. I just have to do this my way, the right way in my eyes, or it could fall apart later.”
    “You’re worth the wait, sweet thang,” I drawled, using my best Jaxon impression. Brody chuckled and headed back to the boat. Well, at least he was smiling and there was still hope he’d let us in one day. That was a start. For now, I had a trap to set for tonight to catch wayward couples in and make them fall in love with their mates all over again.
     
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    Harkin
     
    “Dude, this place is creepy,” I said with a shiver as we got the first load of everything to the front door.
    “It’s the right place,” Slate stated again. “There was a sign on the dock that said, Welcome to Lilleulv. If you shouldn’t be here or weren’t invited, leave because we do bite. I mean that kind of says we’re in the right place.”
    “Totally,” I agreed with a shrug. “I wasn’t doubting your mad driving or mapping skills, just saying the place is creepy.” I stared up and up at the mansion again. It was weird. Not so much the design but we were out in the middle of nowhere, deserted island type place, and about a mile inland from the dock was this massive, massive house. It was like the Governor’s mansion in the middle of a tropical island like in Pirates of the Caribbean .
    Just weird.
    “Think we’re going to find Governor Swann and Captain Jack Sparrow soon?” Wesley mumbled as he reached for the door with the key Lord Ellys gave him.
    “I know , right?” I exclaimed, glad I wasn’t the only one who had thought that. Weird. Wesley turned the key and pushed open the door only to have several shrill wolf howls go off. I grabbed him and moved him behind me. “What the fuck was that?”
    “It wasn’t in the movie, that’s for sure,” Slate said quietly as he pulled out a gun. I raised an eyebrow at him. “Ex-military, dude. We all come packing. Why do you think we were all so adamant about driving and then loading certain cases ourselves? We didn’t want someone stumbling onto loaded weapons.”
    “Whatever,” I chuckled, holding my arm out for him. “You take the lead then.”
    He nodded and then pulled out a flashlight as he stepped inside. Wesley and I followed, Bay and Levey flanking us. Bay moved over into the corner and flipped some switches.
    “Power works. That’s a plus,” he mumbled. We walked down the main hallway, taking in the ornate decorating right out of the 1800s. I seriously felt like I was in a museum and I would end up breaking