Page 35 of Begrudgingly Yours
“Sam,” I say before tugging him into a hug. He taps me on the back and pulls back.
“Dax”—he gestures to the person on his right—“this is Kit, my omega.”
It’s common courtesy to refrain from touching another alpha’s omega and vice versa, so I give a wave and a kind smile to the man next to my friend. He’s lean, but still seems to be close to six foot. His green eyes are wide, which tells me he’s probably nervous to finally meet Sam and Thatcher’s friends.
“It’s nice to meet you, Kit.” I swing my thumb over my shoulder. “Do you want something to drink?”
Kendall steps up beside me and nudges my shoulder with his. “Are you trying to steal my job?”
“Well, if you hosted a little bit better, I wouldn’t have to,” I banter with him, which causes him to flick me.
Kit chuckles at that. “I’m good, actually. Maybe later. Thank you for asking.”
Turns out,laterhappens very quickly. The second Ciro brought out a bottle of spiced rum, Kit was down to take shots. After a few, we switched to mixed drinks, which made it even more dangerous as the harsh liquor went down smoother with every sip.
Stacia—who’s the only sober one besides Uriah—puts a romcom on at some point. The movie is actually very beautiful, the perfect mixture of humor and philosophy as the two alphas fall in love despite external expectations.
Hey, I may be a frat guy, but I can appreciate some good cinematography.Especiallywhen it’s something that portrays a wonderful message.
A certain scene pops up and—as the mother of one of the alphas comes out—I nearly spit out my drink.
Becausemy own motherwalks right on the screen with her usually blonde hair dyed dark brown.
I really need to start keeping up with her work so this doesn’t happen to me, but she has too many projects to keep up with.
I catch Everett’s eyes and see joyous hilarity in them. He’s the only one that knows about my mother, so I mime at him to shut up before he draws attention to us.
It’s a well-kept secret that my mother is a famous actress. The world doesn’t know about me or Nicole, which is a loteasier said than done. When my peers or friends ask me about my parents, I tell them about my non-famous ones. Luckily I have enough parents so I don’t have to lie about anything, even though I’m heavily omitting important information.
I loved my childhood. My parents are the most loving and supportive people, and they were very involved despite their busy professions. I had unconditional love from every person around me, and I dream of building that same kind of family.
It’s just ironic that the person I’d like that with also happens to be an actress. Or, maybe it’s not irony. Maybe fate really does have a hand in the way things work out, and if that’s the case, then I shouldn’t worry too much about missed opportunities.
I gulp down more of my drink, finally feeling tipsy. Maybe it’s time to put the concoction down.
After the film ends, conversation starts back up. Sam talks about something that’s happening soon regarding our fraternity’s charity, and Thatcher and Atlas are discussing something that happened in practice a few days ago.
Kit drinks from his own mixed drink, seemingly much more relaxed with all of us.
“So, Kit… you’re an omega,” I say randomly.
He raises his brow at me, his sass apparent. “I am.”
“So, you might be able to tell me how to win one over.”
“Jesus Christ,” Stacia mutters.
Ciro pats her shoulder. “Now, doe, I don’t think we should discourage this. I’d like to see what happens.”
I flip my beta friend the finger before turning my attention back to Kit. He’s looking between us with confusion, but also curiosity. “What’s happening right now?”
Everett tries to cut in. “Dax, maybe we shouldn’t…”
“So,” I interrupt. “My almost-pack mate and I?—”
“Almost-pack mate?” Kit asks.
“—we’re pretty sure we’ve found our future omega. Our soulmate, if you will. But she’s not really giving us the time of day. Well, she isn’tanymore.”
