Page 59 of Small Town Shy Omega
Alone.
Against all better judgment I set down my book. For the first time in mylifeI set down my fucking book.
My book stared at me like I was betraying.Don’t go, Laylait whispered, and pain ricocheted up my ribcage.
I rushed outside, wind and tempest in my face. “Stay,” I commanded Whiskers, who promptly hurried to my sofa. She was forbidden there when I was home. When the Omega is away, the cat will play.
Whiskers snored and wagged her fluffy tail. She had no care for my struggles.
I gasped and raced outside—rain pelted my cheeks, but then suddenly…
It stopped.
Widening my mauve-and-sparkle eyes, I followed a moonbeam and saw Blake’s footprints.
They went through the forest, and I raced after him.
“Blake,” I called out, but he’d left over an hour ago, and I didn't know if he was still here.
A wolf howled, and something scratched so close to me. Pain and panic welled up—I wanted to scream, but if there was a predator nearby…
Well, the last thing an Omega should do is make the entire forest aware of her solitary presence.
I followed Blake’s footsteps dutifully. Like I was an Omega hellbent on finding her Alpha. Or Eurydice following Orpheus.
I imagined skeletons clawing my ankles. When I looked down I nearly fainted when I saw they were roots.
At last, I reached a clearing. It was wan—empty, moonlit, and slick with fresh rain. No rain fell at present, but the smell of petrichor wafted around.
“Blake?” I whispered, my heart trembling in my sundress. Why I wore a sundress out to follow my Alpha through a rainstorm, I’d never know. I was wearing it while reading… I should’ve changed.
No response—only my solitary echo.
Dropping to the ground, I followed Blake’s footsteps on hand and foot. It felt like crawling through a tunnel.
Where are you?I begged in my mind, needing to find him. The poetic Alpha who called me beautiful.
I was crawling toward a bear’s den when a firm mammoth hand gripped the back of my hair.
“Little Omega,” a deep, low voice growled, and I promptly screamed as the hand lifted my head up.
Suspended only by his hand, his arm so strong and yet dangerous, my eyes went to Blake’s.
Blake’s heavy blue eyes stared down at me with pure cruelty. No affection or emotion blazed within them, only moon spheres. His chiseled jaw moved not a whisper, and his lips were pursed and scornful.
“Oh Blake,” I whispered, hardly able to stop shivering. “I-I followed you outside, I—"
Blake growled, dropping to his knees in front of me. In front of my face.
“Layla,” my Alpha rasped, lips so close to mine. Icy, deadly—and yet his lips were not frozen yet, one inch away from growing frozen…I could still thaw them.“Why do you follow me through the darkness, girl?”
“I wandered away,” I sniffled, my voice wracked with sobs. “From my grandfather’s cottage—it was so silly, I should’ve stayed inside. Reading my novels.”
“Are you in your heat, Layla?”
“I-I think so,” I whispered, torturous agony blazing through me. “My scent won’t stop coming out, and…”
Blake inhaled deeply, a low growl escaping him.
