Page 16 of Small Town Shy Omega
Before I could finish my potato, another plate was slid in front of me.
My Omega brain was very confused.
I looked up… Dreydon was pushing a big, epic slice of pecan-raspberry pie with ice cream before my eyes.
“Eat,” Dreydon rumbled.
I ditched my potato, going straight for the pie. “Mmmmm,” I chuckled, taking a big bite. Raspberry sauce clung to my chin; Blake wiped it away.
“Is it good?” Dreydon rumbled, and I couldn’t help but blush and nod.
“Yes,” I whispered, attacking the pie. My, this was divine. “Who baked it?”
“Blake,” Dreydon said, and my eyes shone a beam of gratitude at Blake.
“Thank you,” I managed to say, too much pie and ice cream in my mouth. In my throat. Covering my face, my chin, oh Fate I made a big mess.
Josh looked at me, still eating his potato. Eventually, he smiled—and broke into laughter.
“Feeling lesshangry,Layla?”
I turned to Josh, nothing but confusion on my face. “Was I just hangry this whole time?”
“I think our meal plans need updating,” Blake growled to Dreydon, who nodded in response. “These dainty, barely eating suppers aren’t working for us. They’re not working for Layla.”
“How about three nights a week we make something rich and delicious?” Dreydon growled.
And at last, I broke.
“No, guys,” I snorted, having to wipe pecan-raspberry juice from my chin.Very unladylike.“Throw out the meal plan, thanks for listening to me… But I’ve tried to eat less around you all, soIwouldn’t appear like a pig… I can’t take the fucking poached chicken anymore, I’m losing my shit.”
“And the grill?” Josh asked, clearly still mad about giving in to me over the grill earlier this afternoon.
I lifted my hands in surrender.
“Oneeeeeeenight per week, we can use the grill,” and I patted myself on the damn back. Yay, comprise.
“Better idea,” Blake suggested, turning to Josh. “We could just move the grill to the front, that way when we light it up, zero smoke gets in Layla’s nest. How about it?”
Josh looked at Blake like he just solved the riddle to existence. “Not a bad idea, bruh.”
“Don’t ever call mebruhagain,” Blake growled, amusedly cracking his knuckles. “Not in the presence of our Omega.”
“Royal highness,” Josh growled, rising from his seat… and pretending to bow before me. Notreally,the Alpha would not literally bow before me—but the silly joke was funny, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Is there anything else you would like before bed? A cup of steamed milk?”
“With cinnamon, please.” I smiled.
“She’s remembering to say please,” Dreydon growled, kneading my sore shoulders. I moaned, sinking into his palms…
Part of me wanted toflee.Wanted to shriek,Don’t touch me!
But another part of me wished to stay. Dreydon rubbing my shoulders felt so good, and part of my dam of resistance broke.
I leaned into his touch, humming as he massaged my stress out.
And Blake and Josh brought me another slice of pie, and I decided to sayfuckmy restrictive diet—
I was glad, now for another reason. My Alphas re-taught me how to live.
