Page 38 of Small Town Shy Omega
Blake clenched his fists. “All I’m saying is that if she doesn’t enjoy chicken and dumplings, I get to walk her into town.”
“No,” Dreydon growled, ready to tackle Blake. “I’mtaking her into town. We deserve a date night.”
“I haven’t had enough one-on-one with Layla,” Josh protested, and I felt my heart race.
I made my presence known.
“Hey, boys.”
“Oh Layla,” Josh growled, approaching me… He heaved me into his big, strong arms, my back against the wall.
“How long have you been listening, little Omega?” Blake purred, getting up close to me.
I fought a blush, suspended in my Alpha’s strong arms. “Just heard you while I was walking.”
“Did you think we were talking behind your back, Omega?” Dreydon purred, his eyes lighting up when he saw me.
My eyes traveled between my three Alphas.
Each donned an apron, and the smell of chicken and dumplings mixed with fresh herbs and chicken broth wafted up.
They cooked this for me, damnit: theyheardwhen I said I wanted chicken and dumplings as a wholesome Tuesday girl dinner.
Nothing extravagant, nothing like… coq au vin or a curry. Nothing that would make me indebted to them, make me need to show my gratitude.
Just… chicken and dumplings.
Farm fresh, homegrown country fare.
I smiled, my breath puffing out before me. “The chicken and dumplings smell lovely.”
“You are our dumpling,” Blake growled, and the laugh that escaped me was great. Just… great. It felt good to laugh, freeing and liberating even though the joke was cheesy.
“Plain dumpling, or am I your chicken dumpling?” I was being silly. My last pack would’ve swatted me and told me toshut my Omega mouth. Get back in the kitchen, quit trying to be funny.
Blake laughed, a deep, low laugh tumbling out of him.
“You’re our chicken dumpling, baby.” Blake tucked a stray strand of hair over my ear.
Blake… laughed at my Josh. I turned to Josh, and he laughed too.
Dreydon was next. Looking at him, I waited… as if I was missing something. Testing the Alpha, seeing if he’d laugh like his two pack mates.
Dreydon’s eyes met mine… And the laugh rolling from his lips was thunderous. Not too loud—not like a bomb, not like anything spooky.
Just… Alpha.
A polite, Alpha laugh.
“She is funny,” Dreydon chuckled, turning to Josh. “I’ve never met an Omega with her humor.”
I blushed, knowing Iwasfunny.
I’d always had a sense of humor.
And now I had pack who appreciated it.
They liked when I made little jokes.
