Page 1 of Omegas Need
Chapter One
USMAN
Together,me and Wren bought a tent that was now our home.
It wasn’t much, but considering that we used to sleep huddled up behind one of the restaurants on Main Street because their vents stayed warm past midnight, it was a huge upgrade.
We had blankets and pillows inside, room for our bags and enough room for the two of us to wrap around each other to stay warm.
It was by the river, which meant the air was colder here, but it felt safer to be around all the other tents and the fire bins that we could all sit around at night and socialize.
For street shifters like us, that was the only good part about being homeless. We all looked out for each other for the most part.
“Here hun,” Missy, an older omega who often took the younger ones under her wing, offered me the bottle she was hiding in a paper bag.
I didn’t drink much, but on cold nights like these, it was hard to say no to the hard stuff. I took the offered bottle, takingas large a swig as I could without choking and my gaze caught Wren’s across the firelight.
His normally icy blue eyes caught the orange light, glinting like fire as his lip quirked.
Swallowing, I wiped my mouth and offered the bottle back to Missy, who shook her head.
“Have more,” she ordered. “You’re far too skinny to stay warm in this kind of weather, even with your little boyfriend here to warm you up.”
We both froze.
My gaze flickered to the others sitting around the fire. A couple of them smirked, the rest looked too out of it to have heard.
Wren’s gaze was fixed on the fire, carefully not responding even though the pout on his lips made it all too obvious that he had heard.
Taking his lead, I ignored Missy’s statement, took another drink, and then handed the bottle back to her.
She took it this time and then reached over the fire with the bag, her scarf going far too close to the licking flames for my liking as she offered it to Wren.
Glancing up, he took it quietly and drank long and deep before resting the bottle on his lap still looking down at the fire.
“Your boy’s going into heat soon,” she said quietly, leaning close to me so I could hear.
I didn’t need to be told. I knew everything that Wren was going through. Each moment, each emotion across his face, even the ones he hid. I felt Wren like he was me. Like his feelings were my feelings.
Sometimes I wondered if it was because we spent so much time together. We’d been glued to each other’s hips for years. Had been sleeping together for less than one though, because it had taken that long to realize...why not?We weren’t alphas, butwe were each other’s. I may have been an omega, but I could offer him something an alpha couldn’t. Sex that was filled with love and affection. Something neither of us had ever felt before.
And when he went into heat, I was always there, easing the burning desire into something more manageable until heneededan alpha to take over the rest.
And he did the same for me.
It wasn’t perfect, but it was more than I’d ever hoped for, and I would cling to it, just like Wren did.
He stood up suddenly, pulling his blanket tight across his shoulders.
“I’m going to sleep,” he said, pushing loose light orange waves out of his eyes to rub them.
“I’ll come too,” I said, but Missy put a hand on my arm, stopping me.
“What’s the rush?” she asked.
I could see Wren holding back a smile.
We joked about how chatty Missy was sometimes. Clearly, he knew I was caught in her web for a bit longer tonight.
