Page 17 of Small Town Shy Omega
Three days later,a bike magically showed up beside my cottage. I nearly cried, because I’d just mentioned that my bike broke.
“Time for a ride?” Josh waggled his brows.
I hopped on, and my three Alphas helped me re-learn how to ride. “I’d forgotten,” I admitted as I nearly toppled over, and luckily Dreydon caught me.
“There, there,” Dreydon growled, and I felt safe.
Secure. Supported. Protected
They saved me from crashing into a mailbox. They protected me from whacking my head.
“Guys,” I moaned, scraping my knee on a tree when I hopped off. Yeah, my bloody knee occurredafterI got off my bike… walking can be dangerous for a girl.
Josh rushed to my side, then Blake and Dreydon pulled out bandages and ointment.
“It’s only a scraped knee,” Dreydon said with a smile, cleansing my wound and patching me up.
We walked my bike home and Josh brushed purple hair from my forehead.
Dreydon smiled. “You’re strong, Layla. Your little scraped knee will heel—and you’ll heal soon. Be brave, sweetheart.”
We hobbled to town afterwards, and I was grateful when they took me out for a steak lunch.
“Delilah,” I said, waving at the owner of Delilah's Diner. I hadn't seen her in forever.
Delilah walked over with a laugh. “I still have your vase displayed in the front window.”
“You’re displaying my vase?” I gasped.
Delilah directed our gazes toward her window.
My single, solitary vase stood reflecting the sunlight. Closing my eyes I could still remember the day I crafted it, molding it with my bare hands.
“I blew life into that vase,” I whispered, and Blake patted my head.
“Talented,” Blake growled, and a butterfly fluttered around my belly.
My Alphas ordered steak, and while I only opted for a tiny steak salad, they let me eat off their plates.
Feeling very immature inside, I picked fries off Dreydon’s plate, I sampled croissants from Blake’s, and from Josh’s?
Smiling, I took his onion rings.
“Hey,” Josh growled, searching for his onion rings. “Where’d my rings go?”
“Ah ah ah,” Blake teased, wagging a finger at Josh. “No getting cross when your Omega takes your food, man. You should know she has an appetite.”
“Yeah,” Dreydon growled out, tousling my hair again. “After starving herself for weeks.”
I stuck my nose in the air.
“I like to eat,” I finally admitted. “And I didn't want you three to know.”
Josh smacked his forehead, a belly laugh rumbling out of him. “Sweetheart, it’s hot that you have an appetite.”
Blake sipped his soda. “We should still try to eat a salad a day… Any more than that, I’ll go nuts.”
“Do you guys hunt?” My eyes flitted between my Alphas. “I won’t judge.”
