Page 35 of Small Town Shy Omega
The only Alpha who insisted on breaking my heart and rejecting me.
Like a ghost, Blake vanished, and Dreydon and Josh had to hold me through my tears.
“Why does he leave?” I whispered, my teary mauve-and-sparkle eyes focusing on Dreydon. Even my glasses couldn’t hide my pain.
“Because,” Dreydon muttered, scrambling for words, “he’s hurt, Layla. He needs… time.”
“For what?” I couldn’t understand.
NoAlpha had ever waited so long to kiss me before, and I didn't know why Blake took his time.
Kiss me, damnit… Blake, you’re the fairest of them all, kiss me and mean it.
Josh rubbed my side.
“When Blake’s ready, he’ll be ready,” he growled.
Halfway through the next week, I received an even newer revelation. Thinking back to my trip to Applewood Falls, I wondered how my Alphas had ever spontaneously given me such a perfect afternoon.
I stumbled across a file folder, not on purpose, but by accident. It contained the hours and location for every store in Applewood Falls, including the bowling alley where they’d budgeted for three games.
It let me know: my Alphasplannedour trip into Applewood Falls. In minute detail. They’d left no stone unturned, they put time and effort into our afternoon out on the town.
Just seeing their plans did me in. I pressed the file folder to my chest, wondering why my standards for Alphas had been so low all my life.
“Planning activities,” I murmured, hardly able to get the words out, “isnormal.It’s what good Alphas do, and I’ve… been dating bums.”
Spontaneity had its virtues. But planning was virtuous too, and for some reason I almost appreciated the effort they put into planning our afternoon more than the activities themselves.
Bowling. The diner. The bookstore. Yep, everything we did was here: my Alphas had me in mind, damnit.
There were even notes that said:Layla mentioned she liked resting in the Public Gardens. Maybe a ten-minute rest before our next activity?
Even planning my rest time, which was such a little detail ninety-nine percent of Alphas would’ve overlooked, meant a lot to me.
“This is how it should be,” I said, suddenly emotional. “Your pack puts in effort for you. They don’t just do whattheywant to do or buy you the same spa kit every year for your birthday.”
Blake raked my front yard, and when he smiled up at me I got the thought that he’d make a good dad. Whiskers got out, and he tracked my fluffy cat down, bringing her back inside and giving her a fresh bowl of cat food to ensure she wouldn’t seek to escape again.
Dreydon always played with Whiskers, too. I didn't expect him to and I didn't require it.
The scarred, tattooed ex-military combat vet reclined on the sofa. He perched Whiskers on his lap.
“Mouse,” Dreydon growled in the deepest, lowest voice ever. I’d never heard anything like it.
He dangle a little toy mouse in front of Whiskers. My heart burst into the warmest of warm fuzzies as Whiskers meowed, pawing at the mouse.
I had to turn away to hide my eyes.
Dreydon cared, damnit. He cared—all Dreydon wanted to do was serve and protect.
That was what all my Alphas wished to do.
That was it.
My well-being was paramount.
One dayI hesitated in the doorway of the kitchen. I heard male voices emanating from inside, and this threw everything I thought I knew about my Alphas into doubt.
