Page 10 of Begrudgingly Yours
Stacia makes a gawking sound like she’s literally gagged by my words.
Opal shrugs and eats another piece of popcorn. “I think that’s why they cast him. They needed someone softer. Anactual alpha might have given off the wrong energy, especially since his family is plotting to take the crown from her.”
The thought does sound interesting. Maybe I’m being biased.
“Anyway,” Stacia starts, “I think it’s time we talked about what happened at dinner.”
I try to hold in the groan prompted in my throat as Opal raises her brow. “At dinner?” She looks between us. “What happened?”
“Everything was fine until Dax and Everett came to sit with us, then Rory started acting really weird.” She looks at me, but not unkindly. There’s a compassionate gleam in her gaze that causes my resolve to crumble. “They kept glancing at you, and you kept avoiding them. And then you snapped at Dax.Dax. He’s the most unproblematic person I’ve ever met.”
I wince. He definitely is. He’s a total himbo. A really hot, lean, blond himbo.
I take a deep breath, wondering how I can finally tell Stacia (and honestly Opal) what I’ve been keeping from them for months now. They look at me expectantly but patiently as I get myself together.
“We had sex,” I mumble so low that there’s no possible way they heard me.
“I’m sorry, what?” Stacia asks. They both lean forward to hear me better.
My eyes dart between them, and then the floodgates pour out.
“Dax, Everett, and I had sex a few months ago,” I blurt out. “And I ghosted them afterwards because it was the best sex I’ve ever had and it really freaked me out because I’ve never had sex with alphas and I don’t know what came over me that night but I kept it from you guys because I didn’t want to think about it, I just wanted to forget it ever happened but I can’t be aroundthem without thinking about it and smelling their scents again that literally make me not feel like myself and makes my omega a horny bitch, so I’ve just avoided all of it and I’m really,reallysorry.”
They look at me in silence for a moment while all of my words process, and then Opal whispers, “Holy shit.”
Stacia puts her hands up, like what I said can’t compute with her. “I need… I need you to repeat some things. When did this happen?”
“They both took me home after Atlas’ surprise birthday party.”
“In May?!” Stacia yells while Opal exclaims, “Both?!”
I nod guiltily.
Opal claps her hands in excitement. “Wow! That’s incredible. Best sex of your life, huh?”
My face scrunches because I’m still having a hard time admitting that out loud. “Yes. I can’t stop thinking about it. And today, when they were there, my hormones were going haywire and I felt bad for avoiding them, and they’re sonice…”
Stacia nods, understanding shining through in her expression. “It sounds like your omega wants them.”
Opal nods. “Badly.”
I shrug, while the omega inside of me throws her hands up likeDuh. I look back at my best friend, feeling unworthy of her compassion. “You’re not mad that I kept this from you?”
Stacia smiles and it lights up the room. “No, I’m not mad. I mean, I do wish you felt like you could tell me sooner but your sex life isyourbusiness. You don’t have to tell me anything. I just want to be there for you whenever you need it. You were there for me through so much bullshit last year.”
I think about what she went through with her ex, and the memories turn my omega from horny to molten. It’s another reason why I have an aversion to alphas. Alphas like him,alphas like my mom, they make it harder to trust alphas that have good intentions. And I still don’t think I’m there yet.
“I know you’re there for me,” I finally say. “I wanted to tell you, but the longer it went, the harder it became.”
“I understand that. I promise, everything is okay.” She smiles, and then there’s a mischievous glint in her eye. “So, what are you going to do?”
I raise my brows, acting coy. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Oh, comeon,” Stacia exaggerates. “You weren’t the only one acting weird at dinner. My mates might not have noticed, but their two friends were on their best behavior before you left, and I should know, they come over to our housea lot.”
“What are you trying to say?” I ask, the warmth on my cheeks becoming harder to ignore.
Opal smirks. “I think she’s trying to imply that Dax and Everett want you just as badly as you want them.”
