Page 12 of Zoinks! Nice Pack, Bro

Yes.

Breaking patterns.

My therapist said my homework was to put myself out there more and this was doing that.

It also helped me avoid a stay at the omega rehab where I would be forced to rest and relax all while my scent was shown to registers pack who wanted a cookie cutter little omega to help.

I was not going to do that.

“How about this?” I look at him again and he gives me another one of those smiles that makes me feel warm on the inside.

How the hell is he so good at that?

My inner monologue is reminding me that Ted Bundy was an attractive man who lured women to their death by being charming. Good looks on a man were a sure sign I was going to die.

But I was also just thinking of killing myself so, like, maybe letting him do it would save me the trouble.

I should probably tell my therapist this shit.

“I’m going to drop off lunch for you in twenty minutes. If you want to go just say yes. I’ll get clothes for you to wear. And if you say no I will just show up and take you to a real lunch tomorrow.”

“I have an appointment tomorrow.” He nods his head in understanding.

“So I guess you’re going to say yes.” He stands straight. Tapping the driver's side window space with his big hand. Big hands mean- “See you soon, baby bro.” And he’s walking through the parking lot,sliding his headphones on and making me wonder if I just imagined that happening.

Lunch is over and I go back inside work, shaking off this weird feeling about these alphas who have popped up in my life.

It’s like they’re this sign and for some reason I keep looking at it without reading it.

My fingers tap at my desk, nervous energy coursing through me as I lick my lip before chewing at it. The anxiety attack that has been plaguing me for a few days rearing its ugly head again.

Oh no.

No. No. No.

Everyone is at lunch at this time of the afternoon, so it’s just me in the office. I have no one to bail me out for a five minute hand washing break that I need to get this under control.

I had just talked to Ollie about this.

About how I’ve been in a panic fordays. How I can’t breathe because I can feel the stress eating away at me. I’m sleeping less, my hands are jittery, and I can’t breathe.

The bell at the counter rings and I look up, sure that there is panic on my face. I don’t even have the energy to hide it anymore.

Anthony’s face falls as I peek up over my desk, our eyes meeting.

“Come here, Sadie baby.” My feet shuffle as I stand, the counter between us, as Anthony grabs my arm softly. His fingers pressing to my wrist as he keeps eye contact with me, his thumb now rubbing over the pulsing point.

He lets out a soft growly purr, trying to keep it between us as he uses her purr to try and calm me down.

Well, he definitely knows that I’m an omega.

I’m embarrassed but I can’t calm down enough to stop the anxiety attack.

He’s pressing hard enough that it’s keeping me more centered and making me be in the moment instead of just falling deeper into my panic.

“Keep looking at me. You’re doing so good, Sadie. Ready? We’re going to breathe together. Watch me and just copy what I’m doing, baby.” He presses down on my wrist as he breathes deeply through hisnose and then breathes it out his mouth, lifting his thumb when he breathes out.

His thumb presses to my wrist as I breathe through my nose, eyes on him as he lifts up his thumb signaling for me to breathe out now.

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