Page 8 of Small Town Shy Omega
He did, and I was nuggied.
Okay, no big deal—so my Alphas nuggied me, they joked with me, and they even roasted me hot dogs and marshmallows one night over a crackling fire.
Stars came out, and Blake pulled out a guitar—and he hummed, just hummed. He didn't sing or anything, just hummed a camp song, something by Taylor Swift or something like that.
I rested my head on Dreydon’s shoulder, and I had to admit—I liked that he didn’t make me run.
He didn't touch me, didn’t—do anything to me, or say anything without my consent.
He just… let me rest my cheek.
Pillow, on concrete. Yet, his concrete bicep, was not total iron—velvet shrouded it, and when I rubbed my cheek, it felt like wool.
Wool,I thought, my Omega purring out.I use wool in my nest.
I wondered whether I could use Dreydon’s bicep in my nest.Someday…
My Alphas performedwork for me. And they even let me talk about my feelings, share my opinions.
While we were talking after dinner one night, Josh did something I didn't see coming. I was just sitting there, speaking about something my stepmom did ages ago. It wasn’t even important, and I didn't expect anyone to care. But my tea mug was running low, and without even asking, without even making me stop speaking, Josh got up to refill it.
It was such a little thing, and honestly I shouldn’t have even cared. I should’ve just brushed it off, as some less emotional Omega would’ve done.Okay, he refilled my tea? And?Unfortunately I just wasn’t that Omega.
When Josh brought me back my tea, I was blushing from head to toe. “Thanks,” I mumbled, and he probably thought I was insane. He just shrugged, turned to Blake and said something. It’s like he didn't even notice how much this meant to me, the significance a little gesture could have.
But I… noticed. I saw, and I kept that memory. And I compared it to all the other packs I’d dated, the ones who wouldn’t have thought twice before just letting me refill my own tea. I know it sounds stupid, but when I compared Josh and my new Alphas to my old, failed relationships, my heart saw the difference.
So silly,I chastised myself, sipping my tea as Josh and Blake talked about some man stuff. Dreydon chimed in too, and I just listened… sitting there, because I’d talked about my stepmom for so long, and I was grateful for a pause. They just talked about guy stuff, like tuning up my car or a NASCAR race or something like that, and I drank my tea.
My cheeks were pink, and I’m sure they hardly even noticed.
A few days later,Dreydon did my laundry totally without asking. I was just mixing myself some cereal, whenwhoosh—a breeze ruffled my purple hair, and when I turned my head over my shoulder, there was Dreydon.
He was carrying a load of darks, and he murmured a song to himself as he brought it down to the laundry room. Like he didn't even realize, this was laundry I had in my pilebeforethey even came.
This wasdirtylaundry. Crap I wasn’t even sure I’d neatly placed in my basket, and Dreydon just… did it. Did it without asking, without even bothering or bugging me. I was literally just eating cereal, and I felt him go past, and then I heard the sound of the washer.
My heart hummed, and I mixed some raspberry tea, confusion swirling through my brain. What… was going on? I wondered, because in none of my past relationships did this happen.
Most guys didnotdo laundry, and by laundry I meant theirs, not mine. Omegas did the laundry. And if an Alpha dared get off the couch, quit playing video games for two seconds, if hedaredexhaust himself so to do laundry, he made a big deal out of it.
Oh fates, an Alpha doesn’t typically do laundry withoutletting you know he’s doing it.He clears his throat and grunts, making sure his Omega is aware that the big, strong tough Alpha has the washer on the spin cycle.
My guys?
Nope, Dreydon just… carried my laundry to the machine. He washed it, dried it, and when I came in from my afternoon meadow walk, my blouses and sundresses were on my bed, neatly folded.
I picked them up, bringing them to my nose… and tears almost popped out of my mauve-and-sparkle eyes, while inhaling. Everything smelled fresh, like Dreydon hung out all mylaundry in the sunshine. And, as I have no dryer, I had to assume he had.
My laundry,I thought to myself, tears welling. It was so stupid, and I felt like I was definitely hormonal or some shit, because what else explained my reaction?Dreydon cared for my laundry.
It was nice, to have clean laundry, that you didn’t wash. Probably not a big deal, but again I’ve never once had anyone else do my laundry—or do it without bitching.
“These guys are special,” I murmured, shaking my head in disbelief. Blake, Josh, and Dreydon. Far as I’m concerned, these guys came straight from heaven, and that’s probably where they were going in the blink of an eye.
Because they had to be supernatural creatures, right? Some kind of angels, here for a half-second then gone just as fast, leaving me alone.
But no. My Alphas stayed.
