Page 72 of Small Town Shy Omega
“Oh, I want a ring, all right,” I snorted, ready to die on this hill. “Without a ring, you’re not welcome in my cottage… andyou won’t enjoy any more of my heats. With all my slick, boys. And you know, I’ve got alotof slick. So there’s that.”
“We reno-ed, like, half your cottage,” Blake groaned, peeking around for Delilah. “You have no right to banish us from the premises.”
“Last I checked, only my name was on the deed. I can pretty much invite who I please.”
At last, Delilah arrived.
Instead of her customary black rubber-soled shoes, she donned cute Converse low-tops. I spotted a fresh-baked tangerine pie behind her.
I sniffed the air. Burgers, fries, chicken sandwiches, pot pie. Delilah's Diner’s was buzzing with deliciousness today, and I couldn’t wait to grab a bite to eat.
“Well, well, well.” Delilah looked us up and down.
“Enough small talk, D. I’m in my post-heat.” I tried to go for humor, but I probably just sounded hangry. What else was new?
“Ohhhh, so you must be really hungry?” Delilah waggled her brows. “Not that you aren’t hungry usually. It’s just that, I bet today the hunger pains are double.”
I groaned, feigning immense pain. “If I don’t get a triple-bacon dinner, I may die.”
“Wouldn’t that be a relief,” Delilah retorted with a smile.
“Funny,” I laughed, clinging to my Alphas for support. “You know, you’re lucky you’re a girl like me.”
“What’s that mean?”
“Any guy who made those comments would wind up six feet underground.” I smirked at my Alphas, looking for backup. “Right, guys? Right?”
Blake turned his head to the left, letting out a whistle. “Not today, they wouldn’t,” he breathed.
Josh swatted Blake. “Don’t be rude to our queen. She’shangry…and that excuses her attitude.”
I bowed politely, then smiled at Josh. “You have exclusive rights to my slick during my next heat, Josh. Thanks for understanding.”
Josh gave me a nuggie. “Anytime, hot stuff.”
My eyebrows waggled, and I felt feathery and light. “He called me hot stuff. I’m really in a good mood now.”
“Hear that?” Josh growled, turning to Delilah. “Her Omega’s purring. I think that calls for… a free slice of pie.”
“Absolutely not.” Delilah decided this was the hill she would die on, apparently.
Josh crossed his arms.
“Come on, Delilah. Our Omega is huuuuungry, and we’ve spent our pack savings on renovating her cottage.”
“And?” Delilah wondered.
“She needs free pie,” Josh muttered, blessing me with a wink.
Delilah whipped her head back and forth. “Falls into the category ofNot my problem,sweetheart. Watch it, Layla. Yourpack is clearly bad with money… they didn't keep a pie budget! I mean, seriously. I could never be with a pack without a pie budget. Imagine the shame of walking around begging for freebies? Not on my watch, no ma’am.”
I frowned, my glare bouncing off Delilah. “They de-installed my gutter guards, Delilah. Re-shingled my roof. And… they even installed an entire wooden walkway when I sprained my ankle, so I could wheel around. Then, they disassembled the walkway and used it for firewood after my ankle heeled. Oh, and Dreydon carved me a statue. Using a chainsaw. They’re pretty great, if you ask me.”
“Sounds liketheydeserve the free pie more than you,” Delilah huffed.
Blake waggled his brows, a happy smile on his face. “She gets it,” he hissed.
“She’s on our side,” Dreydon hissed, nudging Josh’s ribs. “I like her.”
