Page 46 of Small Town Shy Omega
In the storm.
Not pacing.
Not growling or muttering.
Just… standing.
Rain poured down from the heavens, and thunder shook the ground.
Blake just… stood.
If a tree had fallen, I didn't doubt he would’ve stood through that too.
Risking death…
Just to think about how much he felt for me.
After my breakfast with Josh, we went for a bike ride. Then when we came back Blake was still there.
“Blake?” Josh poked his pack mate’s shoulder.
Blake growled, snapping at Josh as he shoved his hand off.
“Just trying to get a moment alone, man.”
Dreydon, Josh and I ate lunch alone. We had tea sandwiches, coronation chicken salad, and a raspberry salad with limeade.
“I think I’m about to perfume,” I whispered, my pupils widening.
Dreydon touched my hand.
“Little Omega, you’re permitted to do anything you like around us. We started our suppressants after we walked into your poetry room and scented pink raspberries last night. We know is time was starting, and your next heat is soon upon you.”
“Thank you, Dreydon. My heats have been in remission for the better part of six months, but being around you three is making me scent again. One week early, I believe. It sucks that I’m unbonded and may not be able to cope with my usual method, but I will try to control myself.”
Josh looked at me with kindness.
“Shy Omega, you’re permitted to heat however you like. We are here and we’re safe Alphas—you know that, now.” Josh’s purr was sweet and soft, and it melted my heart. Like butter, I thought, melting with sugar and cinnamon. “If you stay in your nest, locked away from the three of us, that is okay. If you’d like us to assist you, we can do that too.”
I want to bond, I wished to say.
I couldn’t say that.
How could I?
Did I really even want to bond? Or was that something my Omega was telling me, and when I passed my next heat, I’d regret it?
Josh gaveme guitar lessons a little later, and Dreydon tried to braid a bow into my hair.
I kept laughing, squirming and peering at Dreydon in the big mirror I was using to watch.
“Hold still,” he growled, and I liked the pink bow he put in.
“Dreydon,” I called out, my pigtails hurting. “They hurt, Dreydon!”
“Oh baby,” Dreydon growled, tugging at my lock. “Baby, don’t talk like that… Don’t say name like that.”
“Dreydon, Dreydon, Dreydon!”
