Page 76 of Small Town Shy Omega
“And that’s what matters, isn’t it?” Dreydon gripped my hand tightly. “If you’re not listening to your feelings, letting them guide your life… What kind of life do you evenhave?”
“That’s why it’s an honor to serve you, Layla,” Josh growled, eyes locked to mine. “We learn more from you… than you could ever get from us.”
I smiled, just brimming with pride. “You three just keep working for me. I’ll… teach you to be more open, how to be fully in touch with your feelings.”
Truthfully, I didn't really want that. I mean, I did… But I also didn’t, because then who would get rid of my gutter guards?
Beaming, I rested my head on Dreydon’s strong shoulders. I am brave, I whispered to myself, my cheeks rosy and proud. They know I’m a queen, and it doesn’t matter what the other nine packs I tried to bond with thought. They see… my light. I’m sensitive, and I let my emotions guide me. Is that so wrong?
“Bowling?” Blake suggested when it was time to leave the gardens.
I took one last look around the Public Gardens. I often loved coming here to rest or read a book I’d picked up from Rufus.
Today I had a new memory to add to my collection.
Me and my Alphas.
Sitting on this bench, just talking. Talking about our feelings, sharing about our pasts. Dreydon opened up a bit more—and it was nice to see an Alpha be so in-touch with his emotions, really process them.
And they thought I was a queen,I smiled, following them to the bowling alley. Every small town had a bowling alley: ours wasn’t extravagant or anything, but the place had great pizza and it got the job done.
I ledmy men around the back of my cottage. “It’s over here,” I said, not wanting to inconvenience them.
“We can’t wait to see, baby.”
“This is where I… nerd out,” I finally admitted, wishing I could just fall into a Hoel. Why did my Alphas fill all the holes on my property? A girl could really use one right now.
My glass studio was where I passed most of my time. Especially when I was stressed or just needed a minute to myself to decompress.
My creations sat on the walls, and I had one vase in the kiln right now.
“I make a bit of everything in here,” I huffed, my cheeks pink.
“Why are you shy?” Blake hummed as he rubbed my shoulders.
“When am I not shy?” I said sweetly, my cheeks flushing.
He shrugged. “We want to see this part of you, baby. Let us into your world.”
I sighed… “This is like showing you my soul. I don’t have the prettiest soul.”
“Your soul is pure light,” Dreydon said earnestly, “exactly like the glass objects you make.”
Vases, bowls, and plates were my specialty. Raw glass of every color waited for me to put it to fire—mauve, blue, yellow, indigo, violet.
When I created my stress slipped away.
“Some people crochet,” I explained, fumbling for my key. Where was the dratted thing? “Others doodle.”
“You also crochet,” Blake pointed out.
“And you doodle,” Josh said kindly.
“I don’t need my flaws pointed out,” I snorted, then found my key ring. “Okay, calmness is strength… Serenity now, serenity now.”
Dreydon rubbed my shoulders after he shoved Josh away. “You’ve got this, baby. Show us your world.”
“Can’t find the right key,” I muttered, a panic attack coming on.
