Page 100 of Curvy Quirky Omega

“You make me want to be a better alpha.” I tightened my grip, just enough to let him feel my strength but not enough to do any damage. “You’re the example I want to follow, Cas. The one I’ll use to define what kind of alpha I want to be and then I’ll show the world what we will and will not allow in our city – that you don’t need red eyes to be equal to a legacy.”

He let me drag him closer. My hand was his collar and my arm his leash. They all called him my dog – my loyal hound, but he was so much more than that. He was my hunting partner—my brutal sun that only shone at night.

I took a deep breath and released him.

“You’re not my dog,” I murmured, unable to look away from where my hand had been only a moment ago – where I wanted to sink my teeth in to mark him, but I knew it wouldn’t take. Never had and probably never would. “You’re my sun, Cas. Maybe no one else can see you, but without you I would have withered away to nothing but dust a long time ago and Lucy would have been left alone, thinking she was defective for the rest of her life.”

“To be honest, I didn’t understand why she forgave you for lying to her,” Cas admitted, reaching down to take my hand in his. “But seeing you like this…hearing you say those words and mean them…I think I get it.”

I looked up and he was smiling again, but it was the soft one he usually saved for Lucy. “Yeah? ‘Cause I don’t. I still feel like she could disappear the second I turn around.”

“She won’t disappear,” he promised. Cas rubbed my thumb with his and it was oddly reassuring. “We won’t let her.”

I looked down at my hand in his, trying to remember if we’ve ever just held hands like this. “No…we won’t. She’s bonded now so she can’t run away anymore.”

“Is that what I have to do to keep you from running away?”

Raising an eyebrow, I tried not to get pissed all over again. “I’m not running away.”

“Not physically,” Cas agreed.

So, he wanted to throw that in my face already? What a petty bastard.

I tried to let go of his hand but he wouldn’t let me, and he didn’t have to say anything for me to understand what that smirk on his face meant. See? It said, You’re doing it right now.

I stopped trying to get free and sighed, feeling tired for some reason. I needed a direction – a purpose. “What did you decide?”

“I decided I want Lucy to make that choice.” Cas brought my hand up to his mouth and bit down on my finger hard enough to leave an imprint of his teeth. “Whatever she wants, we can give her. The only thing I want from you is for you to accept my bond.”

All my exhaustion disappeared as I let that choice settle into my blood and bones.

Did he know what that choice even meant? Did he understand the ramifications of it at all?

It may not look like it to outsiders, but an omega would be ruling our pack. She would be the one making all the big decisions and we’d be the ones carrying them out.

Lucy would become our queen and we would be her knights.

I stared down at the imprint of Cas’s teeth and braced against the onslaught of my legacy instincts insisting that an omega could never keep an entire pack safe, but they never came. I felt…nothing.

Just relief.

Would Lucy even want something like that?

I suppose there was only one way to find out.

As if my thoughts had conjured her, Lucy was suddenly standing right in front of me.

She anxiously rubbed the index finger with the thumb of her other hand, and I felt the urge to grab one and soothe the anxiety she was feeling but I decided to wait her out. She took a step closer, one foot on either side of mine.

With her knee-high boots, she was just a little bit taller than usual and I wondered what it would be like if she decided to wear high heels. Would she keep that chin lifted like the goddess she was, or would she try to keep her eyes down like she did when we were in public?

Would someone try to put her in her place the second I wasn’t at her side, or would they just kill her and be done with it?

Lucy took a deep breath and her anxious fidgeting stopped. She reached up and placed her hands on either side of my neck just like I’d done to her when she’d gotten sick. It was so unexpected I felt my eyes widen slightly and I forced myself to look at her face and focus.

Purple eyes stared back at me. They had so many different shades that it felt like looking at a field full of flowers. Her eyes were both light and dark – glowing up at me with promises of life and death.

Rain enabled the flowers to grow and bloom, but the same storm could rip everything from the soil until there was nothing left.

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