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

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    “Um, guys,” Wes hissed as he pulled on my arm. I glanced down at him and then where he was pointing. There was a message written on a large mirror in marker.
    One Omega to another, your place is with your three but if you find you need a new place for all, the doors will open for you here. It will take your gifts to make that happen though and prove you should really be here. Otherwise this house has eyes and ears and will eat you alive so get out now if you can’t handle the challenge. A fifty/fifty shot an Omega not of a bloodline has, but of a bloodline the house will welcome you. Run if none of this made sense because the wolves will descend on you.
    “I thought this place was uninhabited,” Slate growled as he glanced around. “What wolves? We just got here.”
    “Doesn’t matter,” I assured him. “We’ve got two Omegas of a bloodline of them. We’re all good. It’s just a warning for those who might want to raid the house or stumbled upon it.”
    “Right, but what is it that I can do that other Omegas can’t?” Wesley mumbled as he stared at the mirror. Then a bright smile spread across his lips and it hit me.
    “The elements,” I chuckled. “You can control the elements and you’ve taught Brody how too.”
    “Smart is so sexy,” he purred as he gave me a wink. “I’m thinking wind since water and fire would destroy the house.”
    “Go for it.” I gave him a nod as I smiled at Bay and Levey. They glanced at Wesley with pride and a little mirth in their eyes… Just like was in mine. This was the fun part. “Hang on to your hats, kids.”
    “What does that mean?” Slate asked as he glanced around. “I’ve never seen the show. I’m at Carson’s, not Tristan’s where he was.”
    “Shut up and watch,” Bay growled as Wes tried to focus. He took a couple of deep breaths and then his hands flew skyward. I laughed as my hair swirled around my head and my shirt filled with air as if we were standing outside on a very windy day.
    “Holy shit that’s cool,” Slate whispered in awe as he glanced around. He pointed to the floor where the rug was. “And here’s the answer.” I looked at where he was and saw a file folder secured to the floor so when the rug went flying it would still be there. Cool.
    “I feel something odd,” Wesley mumbled. I followed after him as Slate, Ollie, and Bay focused on the folder. “Like a void when someone’s blocking me.” He walked out of the main hallway and to the left which ended up being the library. I glanced around, smiling when he blew windows open and aired out drapes as the wind he was creating flowed around him.
    “Be careful of the windows being open in here too long, babe,” I warned him as I glanced around at the very, very old books on shelves. “The humidity and salt in the air could ruin these.”
    “Always so smart and thoughtful,” he said with a grin. He lowered his hands and the wind stopped. I walked over and closed up the huge bay windows again.
    “It just needed a quickie airing out. It smells like a freshly cleaned room now instead of stuffy.”
    “I couldn’t have hurt the books with just that, could I?”
    “No way,” I answered even though I didn’t have a clue on old books. Wesley didn’t need anything else to feel guilty about that he shouldn’t. “What were you feeling in here?”
    “This,” he mumbled, glancing at the wall. “Something back here was blocking my energy but it’s gone. It could have just been a gap in where I was focusing.”
    “But you don’t believe that.”
    “I’m not sure. I’ve never had anyone able to block me before,” he admitted. “Brody can kind of if he tries really hard. But this would have to be someone older and more powerful than me to be a void. Or I just was spreading myself too thin.”
    “Let’s go with that answer until we know more but I’ll warn everyone that there’s possibly someone here already for sanctuary and to be careful.”
    “You