Page 5 of Small Town Shy Omega
Three light raps—nothing intense, no banging or anything scary, nothing toointenselyAlpha.
Just… three raps.
One knock, two knock, three.
Peering out of my nest nook window, I shivered as I saw them. Blake stood with two strapping men.
The Alpha to his left had sandy blond hair, and a chiseled jaw. His eyes were emeralds, and he stared at me with an intensity that told me…Mine.
His muscles were well-honed, like he and Blake worked hard in the fields all day. Or, as I recalled Blake telling me, in their construction business.
My Omega purred, because most certainly I enjoyed that these Alphas were so… good at construction.
My eyes dipped to their hands, and I saw they were big and wide.
The Alpha to Blake’s right… intimidated me. He stood two heads over Blake, and he growled—softly, lowly—when he saw me. Black eyes sat framed in his heavyset face, yet when I peered closer, I saw they were flecked with gold.
Heavy tattoos ran up and down his arms, something like a vessel on one and a flame on the other. Military, I realized; and I was shocked to see, that this Alpha stood in such contrast to Blake and the other.
Tall, dark, and handsomely… deadly.
I am in danger around him,and my pulse twittered. My heart leapt to my throat, and my palms turned sweaty.
“Who… are these men?” I could hardly stay standing.
Blake bowed before me.
“My pack, sweet Omega. We’re here to court you—your gutters are clogged, as we can plainly see, and your fences need mending.”
“Which fences?”
“All,” Blake said softly—gently, and tenderly, not wanting to offend. “We’re sure you could do this yourself, being so strong and powerful… But we’re here to just, help.”
“Speed up the process,” the Alpha to his left growled…
And when the Alpha to his right spoke, my soul trembled.
Gritty, metallic, and dangerous.
Never before had I equated an Alpha’s voice to thunder.
The walls of my heart trembled, and even my skin vibrated. When he spoke, I felt cursed by a god.
“Fair Layla,” this last Alpha purred, his tattoos flexing along his bulging, tanned muscles. “We can do the work that you could so easily do, we know you can handle cottage upkeep—in one-tenth of the time. Allow us to put our Alphas to use, commanding us to do as we’re told.”
“My last pack said the same,” I murmured. “Why should I trust you?”
“A pack should always make life easier for an Omega, not cause more work.”
“And where will you stay?” I adjusted my soda-bottle glasses, without which I could not see. “I only have three guest bedrooms.”
Each Alpha looked at the others.
“Quite a large cottage,” one growled deep and low.
“Might be more than we bargained for,” the other growled back, and I felt… defensive.
Blake crossed his arms, looking me dead in the eye.
