Page 91 of Sweet Omega
“Sirhe is probably busy.”
“Wulfric?”
“I don't know. Sleeping.”
“So you came crawling to your third-best friend"
“Third what?”
“Best friend,” Deltta clarified, smirking. “The one you abandoned when he needed you most.”
Tarymn blinked at him, incredulous. “You’re still mad about that?”
“A little,” Deltta admitted with a laugh. “It’s going to take me a while to get over everything, I guess.”
“Okay,” Tarymn said, shrugging with a sheepish tilt of his mouth. “Thanks for being my third-best friend tonight.”
“Give him this,” Deltta told Yarr, nodding toward a dusty amber bottle resting on the shelf. Yarr grabbed it without question, poured a generous amount into a glass, and handed it over.
Tarymn took a cautious sniff and immediately wrinkled his nose. “This smells like regret.”
Deltta chuckled, sprawling into the recliner in the corner like he owned the room, which, of course, he did. “Take a sip. It’ll burn the sadness right out of you.”
Tarymn gave him a skeptical look but obeyed. The liquid hit the back of his throat like fire, and he coughed. “Holy shit. That’s vile.”
Deltta laughed louder. “Told you. A couple more sips, and you’ll stop caring why you’re miserable.”
“Will you be needing anything else, Master?” Yarr asked drowsily.
“No, Yarr. You can head back to bed,” Deltta replied.
Yarr nodded with a grateful bow of his head, his soft slippers barely making a sound as he turned and exited the room. The door whispered shut behind him with a smooth whoosh.
“You actually drink this?” Tarymn asked, squinting at the glass.
“I used to,” Deltta said, taking a sip from his own glass. This one a clear, gold-tinged liquid. His eyes fluttered shut as he moaned. “Now Mac makes my drinks. This is just pure heaven.”
“I want that,” Tarymn muttered, nodding at Deltta’s glass as he dropped into the nearest chair with a heavy sigh. A slow warmth began to unfurl in his chest, melting the tension coiled around his ribs.
Damn,he thought, staring into the glass,the vile shit actually worked.
“Nope. This one’s mine,” Deltta said matter-of-factly.
“He should sell it. He’d make a killing. Especially now that everyone’s back to worshiping the ground you walk on.”
“This one’s just for me,” Deltta said, eyes sharp as they landed on Tarymn. “I’m allowed that, aren’t I?”
Tarymn met his gaze and nodded. “Yeah. You are.”
Deltta leaned back, his expression unreadable. “You too.”
Tarymn blinked. “Me?”
“Yes,” Deltta said, taking another slow sip of his drink. “You’ve been alone too long, Tarymn. You need to stop living for other people, for the council, for me and start living for yourself. Because at the end of the day, all this…” he gestured around the room with his glass, the gold liquid catching the light, “can be stripped away in a heartbeat. And then what? If there’s no one in your corner... you’ll be left with nothing. And it hurts like hell.”
Tarymn nodded, his jaw tight.
“I nearly lost my damn mind before I met Mac. Now? I couldn’t care less if I’m the Alpha King or not.”
