Page 14 of Small Town Shy Omega
So, my living room chairs were half-stained, and they gave me the utmost embarrassment. Some moments, I was upset my Alphashadn’tcommented on how ugly they looked: instead ofcute, country cottage chairs, mine were a tie-dye catastrophe. I wished they’d just be honest.
So I picked out some new chairs, and Josh, Blake, and Dreydon lugged them home.
I gazed at the new set, then had an idea.
“I think I want to dye the seats,” I said breathlessly, looking at my Alphas.
For many minutes, I didn't even realize I was doing it: testing my Alphas. They saw how catastrophically my last dye job had gone, they’d carried my old dining room chairs to the garbage. They knew I could not be trusted with dye, and I was subtly poking at them. To see what they’d do. If they’d let me dye these brand-new, beautiful chairs.
Dreydon stared straight into my soul.
“With root dye?” he asked grittily.
“Yes,” I said, my words floating out, and by now I knew they were onto me. “I think I might cut some root, dry it, turn it to a fine paste, then dye my new chairs. I’d just like them so much more if they were dark gray.”
I didn't know what to expect: maybe my Alphas would entertain my fancy, which I certainly didn't want. Or maybe they’d allow me to dye one chair, just to get the impulse out of my system. I actually didn't wish to dye anything now, seeing as cutting up the roots to turn to paste took hours, and I wanted to finish my crocheting project and make a fresh batch of sherbet cookies.
The voice came out, low and growly andmanly.
“No,” Dreydon growled out, and I practically threw myself at him.
“Thank you.” I spoke calmly, suppressing the urge to weep… in gratitude.So silly,I thought,I could’ve just said I didn't wanna dye these chairs, but I wanted them to stop me.“I don’t know what came over me. I’m so sorry for…” I couldn’t really saytesting you,but I had no other words to use. So I let my words trail off.
Dreydon growled, lifting up the back of my hair like a pigtail. “Testing your Alphas, eh?”
Josh smirked, walking to my backside.
He massaged my shoulders—and I moaned, wilted, and mewled.
“It’s okay, little Layla,” Josh purred, and I felt—like I wanted freak out, turn into Whiskers and dart out of there—but I also felt…Something deep and low thrumming in my belly, something that let me know that these Alphas held the control, not me.“You’re our Omega.”
I wentto bed that night, and I was tortured by wonderful dreams.
Although, at times I debated whether I’d gotten myself in over my head, whether my Alphas were a bit moreferal,and masculine than I’d anticipated.
“I sense that Blake is quite kind,” I murmured, turning over in my nest. A blanket fell over my head, my cheek on my softest pillow. “But what happens if my Omega purrs too aggressively at him, will his Alpha attack me? I couldn’t bear that… No, I must keep my Omega under control.”
As the pink moonlight of Applewood Falls spilled into my nest, I dreamt of my Alphas. Josh, Blake, and Dreydon. Each was protective, and while they all had different attributes, they all performed manual labor.
Masculinelabor, I giggled, admitting that maybe, say, re-fencing a garden or re-shingling my cottage roof wasn’t actually anything I was good at, and know what? That was okay, I told myself, my head nodding as the ferryman took me off to dreamland.
“I’m pretty great at what Ido,” I reminded myself, my voice husky and wan with sleep. “And so why do I need to re-shingle a roof? I’m a queen, after all—my Alphas told me so.”
With visions of my strong, buff Alphas in my mind, I fell asleep.
My three Alphasjust continued doing nice things for me. When I grew tired after rain fell on me during a walk, Blake ran me a bubble bath.
He didn't ask—didn'tneedto be told to, or hinted at or suggested to. He simply… saw my damp hair and clothes, instructed that I strip in my nest, then ran me a bath.
Closing his eyes, he even carried me to the tub.
During my baths, I often felt like I didn't have to carry the weight of the world on my shoulders. I regressed to an earlier stage of life, and nothing mattered but peace, tranquility, and calm.
“Cute,” Dreydon muttered as I exited, and I tip-toed past to my nest.
Closing my nest nook door, I sat and did some guided mediation. Then I put on Thalia song, which many Alphas would’ve snickered at. Not mine.
After, I took my crystals out to recharge in the cloudy afternoon light… And when Josh came out, and after we’d debated whether to use the BBQ tonight, Josh finally held up his hands in defeat.
