Page 4 of My Knotty Mountain Men

“Oh.” I look out the window. “Well, then, it’s a good thing I came early and stocked up on everything.”

We say our goodbyes and I head back out to the car to grab the groceries, along with the rest of my bags.

Once I have all the food put away, I bring my bags to my room.

“Oh my god.” I laugh, my lips breaking out into a smile. My room, of course, is the same as it was the last time I visited—posters plastered all over the walls of my favorite singer, Ally Cat.

Even though I expected to be a Beta, a part of me always wanted to be an Omega; I loved all things cozy and fluffy, even before I presented. And that comes in handy right now because my bed is full of pillows.

Walking over to my closet, I open it to find all my fuzzy blankets still in there, folded up nicely like they’ve been waiting for me to come back.

Grabbing them all, I pull them from the closet and toss them on my bed. I spend the next hour arranging my bed into a makeshift nest.

“You will have to do,” I sigh, blowing a piece of hair out of my face. I miss my own nest back home already.

My stomach growls, and I groan, putting a hand over my belly. I didn’t realize how hungry I was. Jenny would freak if she knew the only thing I ate today was a muffin.

Thankfully, the people I hired to take care of the cabin left some wood inside for the fireplace. I paid them extra to have some chopped up and stacked in the back of the cabin for the rest of the trip.

Grabbing a few pieces, I toss them into the fireplace and go over to the kitchen to get the lighter.

Once the fire is going, I head back to the kitchen to start up the wood stove. “What to eat?” I mumble to myself as I search the fridge. I don’t want to take the time to make a whole big-ass meal, so I settle on a grilled cheese and canned chicken noodle soup.

After everything is made, I bring it into the living room and place it on the coffee table. As I’m eating, I realize how quiet it is here; only the sounds of the wind outside and the crackle of the fire to fill the empty space.

My eyes water and I whimper sadly. Ihatebeing alone. It’s the worst.Why do I have to be like this? Why can’t I just be a fucking normal Omega and find some Alphas to take care of me? To hold me and comfort me.

Even though I tried looking for a pack and failed in the past, I’ve practically given up lately because who would want a twenty-eight-year-old, single, virgin Omega? Most packs have Omegas by now. At this rate, I’m convinced I’m going to be alone forever.

I only make it through half of my grilled cheese and soup before I lose my appetite, too overcome by my sadness.

With tears still in my eyes, I snuggle up under the blanket on the couch and close my eyes, drifting off to sleep to the sounds of the fire and wind.

I wake up cold, my body sore.

“Holy shit,” I mutter, shivering as I look over at the fire. It must have died at some point during the night. Quickly, I get up and throw a few more logs on, getting it going again.

Looking at my phone, I groan when I see that it’s only seven in the morning. Maybe I can make a coffee and watch the sunrise.

“Oh my god,” I whisper, my eyes practically bugging out of my head when I look out the window. The sky should be blue by now, but the only thing I see is black.

Rushing over to the door, I unlock it. I start to open it when the door flies towards me, making me scream. Snow rushes inside as the strong wind keeps the door from closing. “What the hell!” I shout as I struggle to get it shut again. I push and push, finally getting it closed. Flicking the lock back in place, I take a step back, chest heaving from all that work. “You have got to be kidding me,” I whine, looking at the pile of snow on the floor.

I guess the snowstorm came early.

My eyes widen as I remember the girls.Shit!I go over and grab my phone, opening the lock screen. “Fuck,” I hiss. I don’t have any service, but from the millions of messages I’ve gotten from the girls in the group chat, I must have lost service after they blew up my phone.

Scrolling through them, I read them quickly, but they pretty much all say the same thing.

The storm hit early, and flights were delayed. That happened again and again before the airport near me closed down completely.

“Damn it!” I toss my phone as frustrated tears sting the back of my eyes.What do I do now? Spend the trip here alone? Wait until the snow stops and leave?I’m snowed in, so there’s no way I’m getting out of here without any help. Maybe I can call the people who take care of the cabin and see if they can get me.

But Christmas is in less than a week. I don’t want to put anyone out. I hate crying, and I don’t do it often, but I find myself breaking into a sob for the third time since I arrived yesterday.

I let myself break for a bit, getting everything out. Then I pick myself up off the ground and check the cabin, making sure everything works. Thankfully, the power hasn’t gone out yet. I have some backup generators if they do, but I have no idea how to work them. Hopefully, it doesn’t come to that.

By the time I’m done, it’s only nine am. And I break down again. I hate this. I want to go home. I’m going to go out of my mind with cabin fever if I’m trapped in this cabin alone for days.

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