Resistant Omegas 5: Dewey by Joyee Flynn (book club suggestions TXT) 📕

around. “So you’re basically saying we’ve got like fifteen kids we adopted by joining this inner circle?”

“Well, they’re not ours,” Azyle said as Percy shrugged. “They just live here since now that the pack knows about them we’re prepared to protect them. I mean, what better place to hide some Omegas from predators than in a dire wolf pack?”

Tag looked a little confused as well. “You’re all idiots,” I growled before turning to Francis. “I’d like to meet them right away and speak with them. Do they have rooms or what’s been done since they’ve been discovered?”

“They’re sharing a few rooms,” he replied with a smile. “I knew you would understand the moment I shook your hand, Dewey. They need you.”

“What am I missing?” Tag asked, his eyebrows drawn together.

“They’re kids, Tag!” I exclaimed, totally exasperated with them. “They’re kids who’ve gone through hell and been abused. We need to get George here ASAP. They need rooms of their own, routines, school. You get where I’m going here. It’s not like they need their diapers changed but they need to be taken care of.”

“Oh shit,” Azyle whispered. I wanted to scream you think? They were thinking of them as mini adults, but they weren’t.

“Let’s go meet my new kids,” I said to Francis as I walked into the house.

He led me up a grand staircase and down the hall to large adjoining rooms that looked as if they were a nursery once with a playroom. There was a flurry of movement as the seven in this room moved into the corner as a group as if scared of a potential threat.

“Hey, guys.” I kept my tone soft as if talking to scared animals because that’s what they looked like. “I’m Dewey, the new Omega of this pack.”

“So what happens to us if you’re the Omega now?” one older boy asked. He looked only a little younger than me so I guessed he was kind of their leader and the one who was going to be twenty-one soon.

“We’re going to be a family,” I answered gently as I moved into the room and sat on one of the mattresses that was on the floor. They’d been doubling up for now but that would change right away. “You have a new Alpha now, a good Alpha who I love and will take good care of this pack. We’re going to take care of you now. You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

“Percy and Azyle have been very nice to us,” he hedged as he glanced at Francis. “And the Elder has as well in their absence.”

“I’m glad. From now on anything you need, I’ll see it gets done.” I decided to bite the bullet and be honest with them. “We didn’t know about you guys when we signed up to run the pack but we’ll figure it out. For now I’d like to get to know you all and see what needs to be handled right away. I’ve got a psychologist I’ve been working with that we’re going to call in to come talk with you guys and we’ll figure it out so you guys can get your own rooms.”

“Why were you working with a psychologist?” He relaxed a bit as if guessing the answer and feeling better that there was hope now.

“I think you know why.” I stared at him and he nodded. “You’re not the only Omegas who’ve been abused but there is life and hope past that. I’m with a good inner circle now who really care for me. We won’t let anyone else hurt you.” I turned to see the adjoining doorway filled with more of them. Damn. They were just everywhere.

I’d learned from Azyle that there was indeed a cook at the Alpha house, so that would be a big help in feeding fifteen extra mouths. They all seemed in good shape, wearing new clothes, and not just having been stuck in these rooms and forgotten.

“What’s your name?” I asked the one who’d talked to me.

“Brody.” He leaned in and whispered to the group huddling around him for protection. Since he was about my height, maybe an inch or so taller and bone skinny, he’d be about as effective as a wet towel in a fight. They probably just gravitated to him as the oldest. “He’s one of us, guys. I say let’s trust him.”

“He’s pretty,” one of the youngest ones replied. I couldn’t help but smile.

“We think so,” Tag said quietly from the doorway. “Dewey’s one of the sweetest men I’ve ever known. He kept me sane when my old pack was drugging me so I couldn’t fight the abusive Alpha that was hurting him.”

“They got you too?” that same boy asked with wide eyes. “But you’re huge!”

“Doesn’t matter when it comes to bad people,” Tag explained. “How about a snack before the party tonight and we can all get acquainted? I know I’m going to have to talk to the cook about meals because I’m a really picky eater so maybe you guys could tell me what you like as well and we can add it to the list.”

“Lunch sucked ass so none of us really ate,” he replied as he took a step out from behind Brody and moved to Tag. “You’re not going to hurt us or make us call you Daddy, are you?”

“No, munchkin,” Tag whispered with tears in his eyes as he ran his hand over the boy’s hair. “We’ll keep you safe and be a real family if I have to fight every person on the planet to make that happen.” He glanced at Percy and Azyle, who nodded. “There was a big mess to clean up here but now that your Betas brought us in to help and take care of the pack we’ll set things right.”

Slowly they all moved away from Brody as the others came in from the adjoining room.

“I keep a secret stash of ice cream in the extra freezer I’d be willing to share,” Percy