Page 57 of Small Town Shy Omega
“Why don’t you kiss me?”
Blake turned away. He didn't respond.
A change beganto come through our little atmosphere. At first, it was hardly noticeable, and I pretended to go along with my days as usual.
I kept my head down, laughing when Dreydon poked me, and always hugged Josh after he whipped up fabulous breakfasts.
But the change… was inescapable, and after a while, I began sensing… things.
Flurries entered my heart, where they hadn’t before. I began reading darker novels, ones with covers that weren’t so pastel or pink.
Most times, I gravitated toward feel-good reads, and they made me happy inside.
Now, I picked up books with silver crowns on the cover. Black backgrounds concealed washed-out flowers, and the retellings of fairytales were dark and thrilling.
My eyes would go to Blake, and I’d wonder why he wouldn’t want to kiss me. Maybe something was wrong with me?
One day while walking along my river, I muttered to myself and kicked rocks.
“He just isn’t that into you,” I said quietly, chucking a handful of wildflowers into the water. I watched as waves drowned them. “You’ve wanted to kiss him since he called you beautiful at the market.”
I began to spend more and more time with Josh, mainly to distract myself from Blake.
“Why won’t he kiss me?” I pouted to Josh one night, when Dreydon was in the kitchen making buttery popcorn for our movie.
Blake didn't want to watch it. He just… wanted to read. Up in my poetry room, alone.
Josh stared straight ahead. “We don’t always understand Blake, baby.”
“But you’re his pack. Surely you can help me?”
“When he kisses you…” Josh turned to me, passionately gripping my jaw. “You’ll understand why he waited.”
Warm sunlight gaveway to dark and starry nights. I picked wildflowers, letting the petals fall at my bare toes.
Now he wants me,I’d think, letting the petals of a daisy twirl to the ground,now he doesn’t.
What other Omegas would Blake prefer? I thought of two of the most attractive Omegas in town, Harmony and Eucalyptus. Blake probably alreadywaswith them, I thought bitterly, a chill running through me as I remembered the day he went into town a few days ago.
The warm, sunny days of our earlier friendship faded, giving way to stormy weather.
Three rainstorms crept up in one single week, and I sensed it was a sign. A sign that things… changed.
“Blake,” I said peppery and bright to Blake one day, wanting to let him know I hadn’t given up on him. On us. “Why don’t we go fishing?”
“Just… don’t.”
Two words.
So terse, so scornful.
The Alpha who’d called me beautiful at the farmers’ market wanted nothing to do with me. He didn’t wish to speak. He hardly cared if I lived or died, I bet.
I’d sniffle, hurrying to my nest nook, where I’d throw myself on my pillows.
“Something’s h-happening,” I’d whisper, tears staining my collected sweaters and pillows. “I’m so…”
I was hormonal. I didn't dare say this to my Alphas, for fear they’d make fun of me, but I sensed what was changing.
