Page 9 of Such a Feisty Omega

Right?

Wrong?

I wasn’t even sure anymore.

Especially because I was willing to live alone forever, but I was not willing to deprive my son of an omega father. His own wanted nothing to do with us, and I often felt like he missed out on aspects of parenting with just me.

My wolf might be chanting that he was our true mate, our fated, but Reed was the important person in this equation. And I wanted him to have everything I could give him, including the love of two fathers if I could find the right one. This was something I did not share with others and tried not to think about too much myself because it had sounded like an impossible dream. But the moment I saw that omega, saw Julian, helping the other omega who was in distress, his kindness shone through. He stayed with him while I got him to the healer’s area adjacent to Jabez’ office, concerned and kind and calm.

In comparison to Reed’s dad…well, there was no comparison. He’d run at the first sign of trouble, leaving the hospital after our child’s birth without even waiting for the healer to release him. By the time I found out he’d gone and rushed home to check on him, he’d packed up his clothes and left.

I called him over and over until he finally answered the phone and told me it was all too much for him.

“You are probably tired. And you should still be in the hospital. Tell me where you are, and I’ll come and pick you up.” He’d just given birth and while it was not a C-section, it was also not remotely in the realm of the birth plan he’d spent so many hours working on. That had to be a disappointment.

The ex, as I thought of him now, the omega who had been so into having this child that he’d gone on paternity leave in his fourth month said, “It’s all too real for me. I’ll be in touch.” And he disconnected.

Stunned, confused, and heartbroken, I returned to the hospital to be with our son. Ordinarily, I might have pursued the omega. We lived together, were in a relationship, and he’d never indicated in any way that he didn’t find happiness in our life.

I had been under the impression—one given to me by the omega—that he was on suppressors, so the pregnancy had been a surprise to me, but I’d been swept up in his whole journey of carrying our child.

And now, it wasreal.

We’d had some rough days and nights, Reed and I, after his birth, so I had to let his other daddy go his own way. On some level, I’d always known he was a very imaginative male, and his whole pregnancy had been a little over the top, but I’d never seen him taking a powder hours after our very tiny baby made his entrance. Maybe it made it easier to say goodbye because my love for Reed was instant, intense, and he needed me.

My personal life went on hold.

And he was still my priority. Julian had real daddy potential, and I hoped that even if my wolf was wrong and he was not my mate, his reaction was due do the fact that he was a perfect fit for our little family.

I called up and asked him out to dinner.

And he said yes.

Chapter Ten

Julian

It had been three days since I saw Andreas in person, but I had seen him plenty in my mind. He played a starring role in my fantasies and had since that night at Cuffed. Dreaming of all kinds of things he would do to me and vice versa.

His broad hand slapping my ass hard.

The sting of a crop whipping against my bare skin.

But first, dinner.

I didn’t dress for the club. Instead, I wore a button-down dark-navy shirt along with some dark-gray pants that fit me well. Not too dressed up but not completely casual either. The night I’d met Andreas, he was wearing all black, which the employees tended to do, but black looked so much better on him than most. Perhaps it was the way the inky shirt set off his green eyes or maybe it fit so well with his demeanor. Either way, I hoped he’d wear black again tonight.

We agreed to meet at the restaurant because I wanted to drive myself. I had a feeling the date with Andreas would go well, but I’d been wrong before.

Then again, my wolf was giving me signals. Signals I didn’t want to face yet. It seemed soon for that kind of talk he was pushing at me but then again, every sign was proving him right.

Andreas might just be my mate.

According to my wolf, he was.

Tonight was the night I would hopefully find out.

I arrived at the restaurant right on time, and Andreas stood outside, looking in the opposite direction from where I came. He had his arms crossed over his tight chest and one of his feet tapped against the sidewalk. He had glasses on tonight which, although it seemed impossible, made him appear even sexier.

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