Page 3 of His Sassy Omega
“You’re a great guy,” Lisette finally said, when we’d stared at each other for a full five minutes, neither saying a word.
I’d held up a hand. “If this is where you tell me it’s not me, it’s you, please don’t.”
She shook her head. “No, it’s definitely you.”
Well, if that didn’t just take the wind right out of my sails. I’d felt like I’d just been sucker-punched in the gut.
“You’re very sweet,” she’d continued, “too nice, even.”
Too nice?I was too fucking nice? Was she kidding me right now with this bullshit? Well, yes, I liked to think I was a genuinely nice guy. I mean, wasn’t nice a good thing? She’d said it like it was a dirty word.
I tried to be polite, to never raise my voice, to do and say the proper things. I tried to be a good boss, not an alpha asshole. I never used my alpha voice to get what I wanted. I tried to be a good boyfriend, spoilingmy omegas. That was part of my job as an alpha. Protect, cherish, spoil. I loved spoiling my omegas.
“I just need somethingmore,” she’d continued, oblivious to my inner monologue. She’d waved a hand in the air, “You’re just too…vanilla for me.”
I’d stared at her, my mouth gaping open.Vanilla?
My brothers called me that too, in teasing. Mostly because our youngest brother, Jamie, had come back home and opened a kink club. He’d gifted all of us with memberships, but I never used mine. Jamie tended to want to hold family meetings at the club, so I’d gotten glimpses of what went on, but it just wasn’t my thing.
“Vanilla?” I’d managed to draw the word out, not even trying to keep the anger from my voice.
There were things I’d wanted to try in bed, don’t get me wrong. The one time I’d been with someone I trusted enough to open up to, he’d pretty much laughed at me and told me “Alphas don’t do that.” I’d shut down pretty quickly after that, locking any secret desires and fantasies away, never to be looked upon again.
“I need a bad boy.” Lisette had blathered on about what she needed, and I’d found I couldn’t bring myself to give one fuck. “I need someone who is going to give me what I want.”
I blinked. Well, maybe if she had told me what it was that she had wanted, I could have given it to her. Sex between us had been good. Not mind-blowing, or earth-shattering, but good. We’d both been satisfied. Lisette could suck like a hoover and loved giving blow jobs. I’d definitely enjoyed her enthusiasm in that area. No man was ever going to turn down a blow job.
“You’re good in bed, Lach, if a little boring.” Had her voice always had that high-pitched, annoying whine to it? It was starting to give me aheadache. “And, that monster cock of yours is a thing of perfection, but I just need more.”
Once more, I blinked my ice blue eyes at her. Had she just complimented the size of my cock, while at the same time calling me boring in bed?
“You need more?” I was just repeating everything she said, but I couldn’t make myself stop.
“I need someone who is exciting, and who I have more in common with. Someone not soold.” She practically whispered the last word, still managing to make me feel like I had one foot in the grave.
“You need someone more exciting?” Yep, I was just going to keep repeating her words. I was just going to skip over the old part. I wasn’t old. Older than her did not mean old.
“You’re just soooo nice, and sweet, and caring, and it’s just too much. It’s suffocating.”
I’m sure my dark brows were in my hairline at this point. Because what in the actual fuckity fuck was happening right now? I was being dumped because I was too nice, sweet, and caring?
I was an alpha. It was in our nature to take care of our mates, our omegas, even our betas. We protected, we cared for, we sheltered. It wasn’t something I could just turn off. It was a part of me, of who I was, at my core. For that matter, I didn’t want to turn it off. I liked caring for a partner, I liked seeing to their wants, making sure they had all they needed. I wouldn’t change or apologize for it.
At least Lisette seemed to know what it was she wanted and needed. That was more than I could say for myself.
My mind came back to the present, and I realized I’d run a good two miles past my mom’s house. I slowed to a walk, my breathing harsh in the stillness of the morning. I could run back home, but my wolf was whining,and I owed him a run. I hadn’t shifted since the breakup with Lisette and two weeks was too long of a time.
All of this was why I had signed up for a match-making website, one that specialized in matching alphas with traditional omegas. I wanted a house omega, one who would run my home, breed my children, and have dinner waiting for me when I got home from the office. It was a bit old-fashioned, but it’s what I wanted. I wasn’t quite as conservative as the website advertised, but I was praying I would find someone that was a happy middle ground. I’d always known that when I settled down, what I wanted was old-fashioned and outdated, but it was who I was.
It’s what was expected of me. I’d been told enough times by my father before he’d died.
I even had my first date scheduled for tonight with one of the website matches.
I needed to get out of my bad mood, and shifting would help. I could dump my clothes and pick them up later. It was one of the benefits of being out in the middle of nowhere on your own land.
I stripped and shifted in the early dawn light. My limbs elongated, muscle and bone stretching and changing, my skin replaced by a thick coat of silver fur. While my human side remained some when I was in wolf form, I didn’t want to think. I let my wolf take over, and my paws ran into the woods, the cold ground seeping between my fur and claws.
I ran back to my house, emerging from the woods into my back yard, lit up by my security lighting. I shifted and grabbed a pair of well-worn sweats from the container I kept just inside my garage for this purpose.
