Page 87 of Small Town Shy Omega
“Oh yeah, Halo Top is the best… Sometimes I just eat a pint for dinner. 1,200 a day is plenty, sweetie.”
“You’re so girly sometimes, Dreydon.” A laugh escaped me.
I’d never enjoyed the blossom festival more than I did today. My Alphas protected me in every way, mainly by buying me treats. My belly was full, and my Omega was happy.
She purred, and I latched onto Blake’s shoulders. “Merrrrp,” I whispered, and Blake gave me a nuggie.
“Did your Omega like eating treats today, Layla?”
“Oh yes,” I replied, climbing on his side. “Very much.”
“You’re getting squirrelly,” he said to me, his tone warning. “Watch yourself.”
“Ohhhh, Blake.” I moaned as I hung from his body.
Dreydon pinched the bridge of his nose. “Chipmunky, Blake. She specified she was a… chipmunk.”
“Yes,” I said calmly, in no way was I giggling. “You get me, Dreydon. I’m clinging on you from now on.”
I moved to Dreydon, clinging to his back. “Carry me,” I whispered, and he just snickered and laughed.
“Get down,” he growled but I knew my Dreydon was only playing.
For the next hour Dreydon carried my on his shoulders.Like I was his little Omega,I whispered in my mind, blushing.Burying my nose in his neck I felt so safe. So safe and protected by Alphas.
They bought me treats. Blake dutifully held my parasol over my head.
By some blossoms, we posed for pack portraits.
“Pretty,” Josh hummed, looking at the picture that Gretel was kind enough to snap for us.
Dreydon patted my bum, his hand reaching behind me. “Little Layla,” he growled, voice deep and tender, “it’s time to come down now, sweetie. We have to get some lunch.”
“Lunch?” How disappointing.
“How does a corn dog sound? With fries?”
With fries? Oh well, that sounded lovely.
My Alphas led me to the food trucks. Josh got a gyro sandwich, I got a big basket of French fries, and Blake and Dreydon? They both got foot-long corndogs, and I snorted as they bit in.
“Look at you two go,” I murmured, trying not to snort. “Eat those corn dogs, boys.”
“Wanna bite of my corn dog, Drey?”
“Fuck no,” Dreydon snorted, shooing Blake’s corn dog away.
My Alphas were all mine, and they only wanted me.
After the blossom fest we went to Whimsical Wonders. They bought me a new pastel paperback. My heart broke and swelled. Because sometimes you feel so many emotions you feel both things. Happiness, and sads. At the same time.
I read my big paperback, and it was one by an author whose autograph I’d received at a signing years earlier. I felt so special reading her book. I’d met the author!
Dreydon tousled my hair, bringing me Rufus’s chicken. “You have a new friend, Omega. Clucker wants to say hi.”
I forgot Rufus had a pet chicken in his bookstore.
I pet the chicken, happily reading my book. “Lay me an egg,” I snorted.
