Page 8 of Finding the Forward: Part One
He grinned. “Yes, I will. Right, Lucky?”
“Meow.” I laughed.
The plane landed, and I gathered my things.
He didn’t need to give up his seat and risk his luck. He didn’t have to be so kind to me. Or give me orgasms so I felt better.
“Thanks again, Grif. You’re a great guy. Have a safe rest of your flight and smash this game.” With a wave, I got off the plane and made my way to where I was supposed to get picked up.
I turned on my phone. Certainly, I felt better between the orgasms, drinks, and him telling me that I wasn’t being unreasonable.
Looking down. I realized that I still wore Grif’s hoodie. It was soft, oversized, and smellednice.Like him and someone else, too. Someone cozy. Possibly a packmate. Whoops. Well, when I got back, I’d look him up and mail the sweatshirt to his team office.
Then maybe if he wanted to follow up...
I texted Creed and Grace.
Me
Here and waiting.
Grace
Great, I’ll be there soon.
I loved her pack. They had a beautiful home. Though I was slightly jealous of her giant omega. Before I met him, I’d never seen an omega so large.
If only I should be so lucky.
Ha, I’d probably never have an omega–or a pack. As much as I adored stories of scent matches–soul mates–I knew, given how rare it was, that I’d never find one of my own.
Sure, lots of packs formed without scent matches. But who’d want a weak alpha like me?
Always the disappointment.
Creed
Delete all the voicemails without listening. I’ll fix it.
My brother Creed and I were six months apart. While I was happy he was in Rockland, living his engineering dreams, I missed him.
Even though I shouldn’t, I listened to the messages from the parents and read the texts. With each one, I felt smaller and smaller.
They were right. I’d put myself first and left them in a lurch.
Yet was their lack of planningreallymy problem? It’s not like they hadn’t known about it.
My phone rang. Mercy. “Mercy? Are you okay?”
My younger sister and I were close despite our age difference. Also, like me, they underestimated her, and I hated that. I wouldn’t let them dash her dreams of going pro like they had mine.
“How dare you disobey me? ”Mumsy yelled. “I need you to be responsible and help so that your dad and I can go to London and get our life situated–”
Of course she had to take Mercy's phone. Because she knew I'd answer. Shit.
“What about mine?,” I snapped back. “I’m always sacrificing things for you. It killed me to turn down a chance to play fútbol for a top university to stay close. Giving up the chance to go pro because you needed me more was devastating. Idropped a classthis semester so I could do pickup for the littles.” My voice rose as everything I’d been holding in for years tumbled out.
My needs were always last. I was tired of it.
