Page 13 of Wild Omegas
One: Damien will know I changed my number or blocked him. Either way, he’ll know I had a reaction of some sort to his constant calls.
Two: Luke and his smile are lethal. All their smilesandtheir scentsandtheir muscles are all lethal to everything inside me that my omega claims to love. My heat will come, and there will be no avoiding the alphas on the ranch when that happens.
Because three: Yes, I need them. Luke is right. I can’t run this ranch without them. All I’ve done for a week is paperwork. I’ve not worked with the animals, I’ve not learned their feeding schedules or learned how to work the larger machinery. I can order anything in the world and call the vendors to sell our animal products. But I do not know how to obtain those products or care for these animals.
I need them. But by needing them, I’m putting them in danger.
Damien. My heart.
Me.
I am the most dangerous thing at this ranch and in the city. And I can’t decide if I want to let these alphas in and try this scent-matched situation on for size, or fire them before Damien arrives.
Or, a third option. I can run. Where to, I have no idea. But I can pack up and leave before they’re even awake for the day.
I can’t believe I’m even considering this after everything my grandparents did to set me up here at Wild Skies.
I stare at myself in the mirror in the main bedroom where I’ve taken up residence. I’ve gotten ready for the day and wear a nice yellow sun-dress. It’s not exactly ranch work-appropriate, but it’s cute, and I’m expecting a supplies delivery. Besides, now that I can walk again there’s very little excuse anymore for wearing sweat pants all the time.
No, I can’t leave Wild Skies. I don’t evenreallywant to. This was, in truth, a last-ditch attempt to salvage my life. But I already feel calmer here, Damien’s calls aside. I feel… lighter. Less dark all around. Still scared, but not untethered.
This place feels like home, and it’s not just because of the three alphas outside whose scents fill my everyday life.
Three alphas I definitely need to start being nicer to. Maybe even open up to a little. All they’ve tried to do is help and get me settled on the ranch, Luke most of all.
I swallow hard and resign myself to doing more around the ranch as a thank you. As if on cue, a loud truck horn blares from the driveway outside. That should be the supplies delivery.
I hurry downstairs and out to the front of the house where the three alphas are already talking with the driver. They set up to help unload hay, feed, and machine parts as I approach.
“Good morning!” I wave to them all.
The three alphas turn to me first and stop dead in their tracks. I tilt my head in question and then remember the yellow sun-dress and the fact I’ve been in effectively pajamas for thelast week and a half. This is the most dressed up I’ve looked despite it being absolutely casual.
“Morning.” Carson is the first to recover his voice.
I can’t help but grin. “Thank you, Samuel!”
The driver nods an acknowledgment to me as he and Luke unload a pallet of feed.
Brooks isn’t even trying to hide the way his eyes trace over every inch of me. “Glad to see you out and about.”
I make a show of lifting up my ankle. “As good as new thanks to you three.”
Carson dips his Stetson. “Happy to be of service.”
My smile warms and I start to question why I ever tried shutting out these three alphas. They’ve done nothing but be warm and welcoming to me.
Because I’m afraid of so many things.
“Can I help at all?” I assume the answer will likely benoas it appears to all be heavy lifting or working with a forklift, but to my surprise Luke nods. Sweat lines his brow. All three of them are dressed in short sleeves, jeans, boots, and a hat of some sort. The sun starkly shines off of Luke’s dark head of hair and beard in a way that makes him appear stunning.
Luke places a hand on one hip while he wipes that sweat away with his other very muscular forearm. I have to bite my lip to keep from losing focus with that thing in view. “Water would be great, actually. It’s hotter than hell out here.”
The other two alphas—and Samuel for that matter—nod in agreement.
“Can do!”
I hurry inside and grab a tray and lay out four cups atop it. Water, some ice, and squeezes of fresh lemon. By the time I return, everything is off-loaded from Samuel’s delivery truck for the alphas to sort throughout the rest of the day. They standaround talking and joking as I make my way back toward them with the tray in my hands.
