Page 7 of Such a Shy Omega

“But you do?”

He chuckled, joined by the others still sitting with us. “We all do.”

Jonas met the omega and helped him undress before binding him to the cross. They didn’t seem to speak much, which meant, they had either worked out the scene earlier in the evening or had been together often enough that they already had an agreement in place. But there was no sign of any other kind of relationship.

“Don’t let them fool you like they’ve fooled themselves.” Liam grinned. “But enough of that. They have to get it resolved eventually. So, what’s kept you away for so long that I haven’t had a chance to meet you before?”

“Work,” Jabez put in helpfully. “And I think he needs to come see me for a checkup.”

“I’m not sick,” I protested, weakly. “But thanks.”

“My wolf is picking up a lot of stress.” Jabez reached for my arm and placed two fingers on my wrist. “Not good. Come see me. And between now and then, consider where you can work on stress relief.” He winked. “This place has a lot of options for that.”

Everyone always talked about how the omegas/subs released stress in the various scenes, but while alphas/doms had to maintain a level of control, our kinks filled needs in us as well. After a scene, I always slept like a baby. And that was with random single omegas. Watching Jonas with the omega he apparently hadn’t realized was his mate, I could see a level of connection between the two of them that many of the others on the floor did not reveal. Some members were mated, others came here to find others who shared their interests. Still others brought a guest with them for a scene.

“How does he not see it?”

Jabez shrugged. “In theory, the second mates meet, it’s like lightning and they know, but not all of us have that experience.And sometimes, we have a past that makes it harder to see. A loss…” He waved his hand as if to hide his own pain, which had to have at least some place in his big, kind heart. “But even then, Fate can surprise us.” As it had him when he met his mate who had a past as well.

“I hope he figures it out soon.” So they could begin their life together, a gift from Fate not every shifter received.

“Hey, you were asking about an omega earlier, yourself,” Jabez said. “Talon should know who he is if he works here.”

“Good point.” Liam nodded in agreement. “I’m curious myself, now. Hired any new omegas lately, Talon?”

“In fact, I have. Heath. A trainee in lighting and sound. No experience but eager to learn.”

“Tech stuff?” My interest rose even higher.

“We’ve also, unfortunately, just lost our tech director and will be hiring to fill that position. Want the job?”

They all laughed. Imagine bigshot corporate me as a tech director.

Ridiculous.

And yet, a part of me perked up at the idea. Working an ordinary job, dealing with lighting and sound boards. And if this was the same omega? Even better.

Chapter Seven

Heath

While Grant was getting a drink, I did what I could to make everyone have a good time. From my vantage point, I could see into some of the playrooms and of course the main floor where the stations were. Anyone could watch what went on there. My face lit up in flames at some of the sights even though I couldn’t picture myself in the place of any of them.

I sighed, scanning the area by the bar. There were several booths enshrined in shadows for privacy’s sake. But a short distance from the main floor was a conversation area. Tonight, several of the owners occupied a couple of the sofas and some chairs, engaging in lively conversation.

Among them was the man that’d I smacked into earlier in my haste to get to the bank and grab something to eat.

The one whose scent drove my wolf absolutely insane.

What was his name? Oh, right. I didn’t ask because I’d sputtered out somehi, no, me, sorrynonsense and gone on my way. A brave omega would’ve stood there and introduced himself to the tall and beautiful alpha. Maybe asked him for his number or out on a date. Omegas asked alphas on dates, didn’t they? It worked that way on a few shows I’d streamed.

Before my phone, I had never watched anything for entertainment. Ramsey had a TV in his home, but he said it was for him to keep up with the outside world and human news in case of a threat to our kind.

James, a pack friend of mine, told me that one time he was cleaning Ramsey’s house and, instead of the news, the alpha who’d killed my father for the title was watching some comedy show featuring humans. News, my ass.

Ramsey would lie about the color of beans he had for lunch if he thought it would gain him some favor with the company he kept. Not that he ate beans. Ramsey only ate meat, no matter what the rest of the pack could get hold of. Said it kept him strong.

Another lie.

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