Page 41 of Small Town Shy Omega
Dreydon saw a need in his community.
He stepped up.
“Dreydon’s fought in war,” Blake growled, eyes centering on me. “He’s not some course seller, who talks about being a lone Alpha. He really lived that life, he saw death.”
“He took a life,” Josh said in a hushed voice.
My heart raced faster, my eyes locking on Dreydon. “Oh. Is that the reason for the scars on your arm?”
Big, rugged scars ripped up Dreydon’s arm, and my heart broke that my paste hadn’t erased his scars. When he lifted it to flex it in the moonlight, I saw how deadly the battles he’d gotten into were.
“Yes,” Dreydon growled, a low rumble escaping him. “It wasn’t my proudest moment, but…”
My eyes pricked with tears.
Rushing up, I threw my arms around Dreydon. “Thank you for teaching other Alphas how to be better, Dreydon. You’ve fought through so much, and while most Omegas might think you’re scary and run to the other side of the street when they saw you, I’m not like most Omegas.”
“No, you’re definitely not,” Blake growled, staring at Layla approvingly.
“I’m shyer, more bookish—"
“And far more intelligent,” Josh growled, nodding affirmatively.
“And I just don’t understand why so many Omegas are so…” I huffed, my voice ebbing off as tears pricked my eyes. “They justdon’t get it,you know? I try to explain it to them, that if you run into a really good pack of Alphas, they need to see Alphas for who they are, instead of always trying to harp on them even when they’re doing good work. Maybe my perception is different because of the relationships I’ve had. Many Omegas don’t understand me. They judge me.”
“Other Omegas are jealous of you,” Josh growled, standing up as he walked to me, securing me in a hug. “You shine, baby. You have an inner light, a radiance than a thousand Omegas lined up put together couldn’t outshine. You radiate goodness, truth and honesty. When you say you care for your Alphas, it’s clear you really mean it.”
I sniffled, going back to my seat.
“W-When I’ve said I needed a pack in the past, I haven’t always meant it. Today, I do.” I turned my head up. “I spent the last few years of my life cooped up. The Alphas in fiction couldn’t hurt me. You three are different. Thank you for showing me all Alphas aren’t the same.”
These men… restored my faith in men.
I thought they couldn’t.
I thought that was an impossible task after my last relationship.
They… did.
Nothing over the top, nothing extravagant, like saving me from a dragon or anything… They didn't need to do that, I didn'twantthem to do that.
They just… helped me domestically, making my life so much easier.
Many Alphas just made your life harder than it would’ve been if you were single. That was why I stayed single.
These Alphas… were an asset, a tailwind.
They didn't drag on my life. They didn't keep me down.
Blake nodded. “I hear you.”
“You’re not a Labubu pack.” I whispered this out earnestly. I needed them to hear this. “You’re not just an accessory. I need you, and I’m ready to admit what. What I wanted was a pack who saw me. Understood me, accepted me, and built me up into the Omega I was supposed to be. Around you, I feel like a queen.”
Blake put his hand on mine. “You are a queen, baby. Radiant and beautiful and true.”
The restof the night passed wonderfully. After the snug chicken and dumplings dinner, which was not a “girl dinner,” itwas far too delicious and rich—it was definitely an Alpha cooking for his Omega kind of dinner—the pack took me outside.
Holding Whiskers tight, I watched the stars come out.
