Page 24 of Dream Girl
I closed my eyes and inhaled, getting a hit of his clean laundry scent. There was a chuckle, and my eyes flew open as I realized my face was buried in Wes’ shirt. My cheeks burned.
“Sorry.” But I didn’t move my face as I sucked in the scent of him. I remembered that smell. Oh, how I loved that smell.
“He smells good, right? You can lick him. I might want a turn being licked, though,” Evan teased, dark eyes sparkling. “Well, if you like how I smell.”
Oh, I did.Down girl. We don’t lick people we’ve just met.
“It’s chemical. I have a video on it that gets pretty deep into the science that you might like when you feel up to it,” Evan replied. “Different people are attracted to different scents. My dick stood up when I met Wes. It also signifies designation. One sniff of him and I knew he was an alpha. Just like I smell like omega.”
“And I smell like peaches and nothing. I still don’t truly understand,” I replied. I mostly thought when Fade, Wes, had spoken of alphas, that he meant it colloquially, like thealpha malebullshit some men at my parents’ church spouted.
Until Wes got his magic alpha dick. NowthatI remembered as another memory bubble popped.
“Carly showed me a video at the Center to try to get me to remember what I was. Still sounds like bullshit. You’re ex-military and giant,” I replied, still not fully understanding all this alpha and omega nonsense.
Wes’ dick was biologically different from anything in my world. That was why I called itmagic.When we slept together, it felt…Hey, stop that.
“Stereotypesarebullshit. We’ve worked hard, both with laws and science, so they’re not limiting. For example, while alphas are leaders, not all leaders have to be alphas. Alphas like to get their way, but we no longer allow that to be at the expense of others. Sure, omegas and alphas are biologically drawn to each other, but that doesn’t make omegas property,” Evan explained.
“There are fewer omegas than alphas, right?” I tried to remember everything Wes had told me.
“More than half the world is beta, about a quarter are alphas, omegas are maybe ten percent, and the rest are some of the rarer designations, but we can get into all that later,” Evan assured.“Traditionally, omegas are valued by alphas. Packs are often formed because there are fewer omegas than alphas, and well, the more people to protect and love them, the better. Betas and other designations are in packs, too. Jett’s a beta, and just as valued as anyone else.”
“Oh. I see.” My eyes closed, as warmth and safety encompassed me. “Wes, are you an engineer now? That’s what you were studying, right?”
“I was. However, the military realized that I was a very good hacker. I might have hacked a few government databases trying to find you. While I know you said that you were from another world, I scoured this one just in case.” His voice went low and rough. “I met Evan there. After we both got out, Evan and I mated. I began working for Spencer’s biotech company in cybersecurity while Evan finished up becoming a social worker. We formed a pack with Jett, Brennan, and Spencer. I still work for Spencer. I never finished university.”
I wasn’t sure what all that meant–except for the part where he didn’t become an engineer.
“It’s my fault.” Tears streamed down my face. Going to college to be an engineer had been so important to him.
“No. I could have finished. Still could. But Spence pays me a shit-ton, and I like my job.” He wiped my face with his hand. “Don’t cry, Peaches. None of this is your fault. Honestly, I like what I do so much better. I thought I wanted to study engineering, but as it turns out, I really just wanted to please my dad. But my dad didn’t care, he just wanted me to be happy–and he likes Evan and my pack.”
“Oh, that’s good.” I felt nauseous again–and sleepy. “I shouldn’t have had that alcohol.”
“Yeah, booze and concussions probably don’t play well together. I’m glad you’re real, Peaches. Evan, is there any more food? Who cooked? Jett?” Wes stroked my hair lightly like heused to when we’d lie on his bed or sit in the park and talk for hours.
“Yep. What’s left is only what’s on the table. Peaches, you barely ate. Was Jett’s cooking not your style? Too spicy?” Evan asked.
“It smelled delicious, and I like spicy food. But only ice cream and tea taste right. Why does nothing taste right?” I sighed.
“It could be the concussion. I’ll order something. Do you want anything?” Wes’s body shifted under me, but I didn’t want to move.
“I’m fine.” The nausea increased.
“Ooh, I’ll share some of that. Maybe we should get some soup for her for later?” Evan said, looking at Wes’ phone.
“Tell me about your day? Who got in trouble?” I asked, wanting simply to hear his voice.
“Who got in trouble?” Evan chuckled.
“When we were little, that’s how I’d get him to actually give me answers longer than a word,” I replied, moving so I was more comfortable between the two large men. “I was ten when we first met.”
I drifted in and out of sleep as they both told me about their day. Suddenly, bile rose in my throat, and I shot up, almost tripping as I sprung off the couch. I nearly fell over the coffee table as I tried to get to the bathroom off the living room before I vomited. Everything swam, my equilibrium off. I made it just in time.
“Should we take her to the hospital?” Wes asked as I greeted the porcelain god.
Evan sighed. “We’ll monitor things. Given, you know.”
