I was so mad at Derek. My flirty omega charm didn’t do anything to him. He was like a wall, all cold and hard, shutting me down every time I tried to get close. I sat on my bed, thinking hard. If being sweet didn’t work, maybe I needed to try something else. I decided to do the opposite of whatever he wanted. If he was going to be a jerk, I’d push his buttons until he cracked. I knew Matthew would help, he already liked messing with his dad, and he was into me. This was going to be fun.

At breakfast, Derek was at the table, drinking coffee...