Page 15 of Small Town Shy Omega
“I let you win, Layla.” And he smiled, then trailed off inside.
I sat, meditating in a cross-legged position, nothing but shock and joy on my face. Oh, did Josh actually just let me…winthe little argument, no it wasn’t truly anargumentbut it was certainly a small conflict—I didn't wish to use the BBQ, for the smoke sometimes drifted up infiltrating my safe nest, and Josh…
Josh had wanted to grill my salt-free chicken breast tonight, instead of poaching it like usual. All of my Alphas ate what I ate, and so if I had poached chicken and a head of broccoli, and a kid’s bowl of rice, they ate the same. They might’ve doubled the rice portion, but still they weren’t chowing down on gross burgers, or face-sized steaks while I fucked starved.
Possibly fed up with the tastelessness of my three-nights-per-week mandatory salt-free poached chicken dinner, Josh had wanted to use the grill.
I feared the smoke, wafting up in a great black cloud. It clung to my cottage walls, sneaking in through the cracks in my window.I am never safe from smoke,I knew intuitively.
Instead of arguing with me or throwing up his hands and stomping off—as one pack had done, making my inner Omega very scared—Josh simply shrugged, and agreed.
In my cross-legged meditative position, a very non-Zen giggle reached my lips. I laughed, then I had to throw my purple hair back and laugh some more.
“Josh… gets me,” I said, tossing up my hands in a frustrated surrender. “I can’t win with these guys—I poke, I try to see if they’redangerous,if they’ll react… And they don’t, unless they’re turning me on. Josh let me win the damn BBQ argument. Well, if that’s not a good man.”
That night,we ate poached chicken, broccoli, but I compromised and allowed Josh to bake three potatoes, one for each Alpha.
Halfway through dinner, I got hungry and very quiet, and I felt my Omega get teary because now she wanted a baked potato, but I’d lectured the guys on not eating baked potatoes so close to bedtime.
Now, I wanted a potato, like a girl dinner or something, and I sat frowning because all my Alphas ate them and not me.
“This is great,” Blake growled, turning to Josh.
Josh couldn’t help but agree. “We have to incorporate these baked potatoes into our Monday, Wednesday, and Friday night dinner schedules more often. I’m getting a little hungry.”
Dreydon looked my way, and I sat pouting, my lower lip pushed out.
He smirked, then turned to Blake. “Pass the butter, Blake?”
“Oh, most certainly,” Blake said, slyly passing Dreydon the butter. Dreydon smoothed some onto his potato.
I frowned, my Omega pouting and wanting to shed tears.
“Guys,” I pouted, not daring voice my frustrations.
Blake ticked his eyes up. “Something wrong?” And yet he said this too quickly, he knew precisely what he was doing, teasing and taunting me, and when I realized he was teasing me I wanted to cry.
I stifled a sob, pushing in my chair. “Your potatoes look… good.”
“Ahhh, maybe say you…” Josh didn't say it; the gentle Alpha stopped before he said it. He was gonna say,Maybe you should’ve said you wanted one and we would’ve made one for you.
“Josh,” Dreydon growled, an amused smirk on his lips. “When an Omega says she wants a bite of your baked potato, you give her a bite.”
“B-But we had four potatoes ready to bake,” Josh hissed as he cast me a glare. “Layla could’ve said,I want a potato…” They would’ve baked me one.
I sat alone, no allies in the world. Tears welled in my eyes, and I had to look away due to cruelty.
Josh sighed.
In a moment, no less than that, half a baked potato was slid in front of me.
Lifting my small fork, I poked at it… then cried.
“Mmmm,” I forced myself to say, feeling so down and out, almost like I was being bullied.Bullied by my pack,I sniffled, knowing nothing had changed since my last relationship.
All Alphas wound up laughing at me, it didn't matter whether they re-shingled my roof or wrote me lovely morning notes.
These Alphas were just like the others, it was only a matter of time before I’d realized it.
