Page 33 of Small Town Shy Omega
Delilah cocked a brow at me. “My soul may be dry and withered, but my meatloaf sure isn’t.”
“We’re trying to eat here,” I made a face as I munched more ice. “No one wants to hear about your… soul.”
When Delilah left, the three Alphas burst out laughing.
“We gotta come in here more often,” Josh waggled his brows.
Blake couldn’t help but snort. “I mean, where did she get that mouth? She was snarky, and she pulled no punches.”
“She’s like that with everyone,” I huffed, blinking back fake tears. “Get to know her and she’ll attack you too.”
“Awww, Layla.” Dreydon rubbed my arm. “Hang in there, queen.”
“I-I feel very attacked right now,” I sobbed, hiding behind my purple hair. I was channeling a moment fromDrag Race.
My Alphas ignored me when our food arrived.
I liked that.
I liked not always being the center of attention.
Ignored: that was my comfort zone.
All my life, I thought as I poked at my triple-bacon cheeseburger with onion rings, I’d been a wallflower. Shy, overlooked… no one paying attention to me. No one caring.
After we ate, Delilah came back and announced a surprise.
After lunch, my Alphas took me bowling. Every small town has a bowling alley, though after one game my wrist hurt. The boys played a few more after that, Dreydon taking the first-place ribbon.
They guided me home carefully, ensuring I didn't slip and fall.
And they helped keep sun off my face by holding my parasol over my head.
I just had the most incredible day, I thought as I retired to my nest later that night. Blake, Josh, and Dreydon cared for me:they bought me lunch, we enjoyed a great game of bowling, and my Omega was happy.
There was something men gave a girl that a girl couldn’t get from books alone. In my solitude I wasn’t able to admit that, and I wanted to think thatIcould hold the keys to my own happiness, but after today?
I was beginning to realize… Maybe I’d let my shyness stop me from living, and maybe a life behind the pages wasn’t as a good as a life spent with Alphas.
Protective. Caring. And strong.
If they had those qualities, they weren’t so bad, were they?
While I couldn’t be totally gung-ho, I believed more than ever they wouldn’t let me down.
Dreydon trimmed my hedges,Josh cut some dangerous branches from my trees—not that I couldn’t do this myself, I had a ladder after all—and my sheers could reach the tree, it’s just that… Well, Joshoffered.So I would’ve been a fool not to accept his help.
And Blake?
Blake spent the next week re-grouting my bathroom tiles.
“Messy in here,” Blake growled, fanning the grout he’d just laid down.
“Are you having fun, Blake?” I asked.
Blake smiled.
“You know it’s an honor to serve you, Layla. Re-grout the tiles in your bathroom. Next time, call me sooner, and I’ll be right there.”
