“I took this one so we can get a refill for her before it's too late.” I pick it up from the counter.
He slips into the coat and walks over to me.
“Let's go,” he declares and leads the way.
This is one of the many reasons I adore this man. He's swift to action whenever he cares about someone, and he doesn't mind the lengths he'll have to go for them. He's always willing to help and somehow, he always figures stuff out so effortlessly. I know that he's my best shot at finding a replacement for this drug.
We leave the store, and he locks it up before we head to his car.
“Where are we going exactly?” I ask as I slide into the passenger seat.
“I know a guy who might be able to help us with this situation,” he replies.
“I'd be a little more confident in your words if you hadn't said ‘might’,” I say to him, looking out the window for a minute. “She's worried, you know.”
“What?” His eyes are still fixed on the road.
“Cassie.” I turn to face him. “She's worried that we're doing this for her.”
He sighs and takes a turn down a side street.
“She should have known by now that we can and will do anything for her.”
I press my lips together and return my gaze to the horizon.
Right.
Jeremiah and I are both in love with Cassie, and we are both aware of our mutual feelings for her, but she isn't. Maybe she can tell by the way we care for her all the time, but we haven't really told her yet.
I have been in love with her for as long as I can remember, and, well, I can say the same thing for Jeremiah.
He has the upper hand here, not because he's eight years older than me, but simply because he's an Alpha and she is an Omega. She's a recessive Omega and he's a recessive Alpha. There won't be any sort of power imbalance when they tie the knot. This means that the two of them are a great match, leaving me once again in the shadows.
However, there's only one problem: Cassie's condition. Since she's always so sickly, most people—especially other female Omegas—don't really believe that she's good enough to beJeremiah's mate. They always say this out of jealousy. Oftentimes, it's when they notice my brother looking lovingly at her. That's when they whisper to themselves about how she's barely an Omega and how they can barely smell her.
Of course, I rebuked a lot of those girls for speaking ill of Cassie, and some of them picked on me for being a Beta, telling me sarcastically that they understood why I'd stand up for her— that we're basically the same.
Since I've known her, Cassie has never had a heat period. So, should I end up with her, there won't necessarily be any trouble, and she won't really need an Alpha's knot. It's both comforting and concerning at the same time. It's comforting, because it gives me a chance at happiness with her, but it's also concerning, because as an Omega, she's supposed to have a heat period.
When I turned eighteen, Jeremiah and I had come to terms with the fact that we were both in love with Cassie, and he told me that it was okay. We just had to keep our fingers crossed and wait for her to choose. And regardless of who she chose, it wouldn't change anything between us. However, if she couldn't choose, then we'd all be a family unit together.
As an Omega, Cassie can have multiple Alphas, and Jeremiah, as an Alpha, can have multiple Omegas. Basically, Alphas and Omegas can have multiple partners, and that could be our case if she was unable to choose between us.
“I don't think she knows how we feel about her,” I say to my brother. “She might suspect it, but that's all I know.”
“Yeah.” He glances at me. “We already agreed that we're going to wait until she graduates college. Let's stick to the plan.”
I exhale sharply.
“She says that she's going to find a way to pay us back,” I snicker, explaining to my brother what Cassie had said.
He laughs lightly.
“She doesn't have to do that,” he says and starts to slow the car down.
“That's what I told her. But you know Cassie. She doesn't like it much when people do her a solid,” I reply.
The car comes to a halt outside a pharmacy.