Page 40 of Small Town Shy Omega
My Alphas?
My cheeks heated, and I looked around with a flush.No, these Alphas would never try to control me,I thought with a grin, a big dumpling between my cheeks.They cook for me, they don’t expect me to do the dishes.
“When we finish,” I said as a test, chewing my dumpling softly, “I’ve got dishes.”
“Absolutely not,” Dreydon growled, fists nearly banging on the table, “you’re our guest, Layla. We cooked for you, and it’ll wreck the night if you do dishes.”
If only Gretel could see me now,I thought, hand going over my heart.
I felt guilty. Guilty because I had such good Alphas, and Gretel was still searching for hers.
I prayed for my friend. I touched my crystal pendant and prayed that Fate would bring her some Alphas like mine.
Alphas didn’t typically speak like this. They didn't tell Omegas thattheirnights would be ruined if the Omega dared lift a finger or do dishes.
These Alphas did.
These strapping, kind, sexy and confident Alphas—they wouldn’t let me do the dishes, they cooked and cleanedforme.
I had the sense that, sprawled out on my bed, heat torturing me, my Alphas would wait on me. Bring me dishes, plates of my favorite foods. They’d bake for me, giving me the best muffins and brownies, and when I finally entered my heat-snap, they’d be in my nest, rubbing and cuddling me.
It’s okay,I pictured the Alphas saying, my cheeks even pinker.You’re protected in our arms.
Okay.
I felt okay around my Alphas, and a warm shawl of goodness descended upon my shoulders.
“Thank you all for cooking for me tonight,” I said calmly. “I had a tough day today, picking out cat treats and all, and my conversation with Gretel put some doubts in my mind about dating. She’s been striking out a lot, and I’m thinking it’s because some packs aren’t really mature enough to date a strong, independent Omega like her.”
Dreydon nodded sagely.
“Mind if I share something?” His deep, low voice came out in a growl.
I nodded, eager to listen. “Please.”
“In my free time, I perform free work with younger Alphas who’ve only recently designated. There are a lot of bad actors in the space right now, thanks to the rise of social media, unfortunately.”
I furrowed my brow. “Bad actors?”
“Many older Alphas realized they could make lots of money filling younger Alphas’ heads with garbage… selling courses.” Dreydon clenched his fists. “They tell Alphas they don’t need an Omega, they don’t need a pack, and they don’t need the bonds of community. They say they can be lone Alphas, though everyone with a brain knows this is nonsense. This bullshitis reverberating across the world, and with social media in everyone’s pockets, even younger Alphas in small towns like Applewood Falls are affected.”
Josh nodded. “Dreydon is doing missionary work.”
I turned my eyes toward Dreydon, the gentle giant with scars. Scars from war, scars from battle. “Do go on.”
I liked what Dreydon said, because I also knew that lone Alphas were scary. Typically in pack life if an Alpha was alone it meant he was a danger or mentally unhinged.
“My mission work is to help Alphas know they need to serve their communities. Respect, defend, and honor Omegas, who they serve. Doing what these course gurus teach is always a mistake, mainly because it results in a lonely life and never teaches an Alpha to empower himself and do what’s right.”
My heart fluttered.
“Omegas want to be attracted to Alphas,” I said, earnestly staring at Dreydon. “But some Alphas just make it so damn hard.” Was I ready open up about my last pack? Tears threatened—I knew I couldn’t. Not tonight.
I didn't want to wreck our dinner.
“I teach Alphas to focus on work. Working for their tribe. And learn how to strengthen their minds so they can keep Omegas safe from harm. Given the choice between an Alpha and a bear 99% of Omegas would choose the bear. Well, who’s gonna teach Alphas how to be less of a danger to Omegas?”
My heart fluttered in my chest.
