Page 9 of Alphabets & Omegas
“Neither can I.”
“I can’t eat.”
“Same.”
“My body is on fire all the time, and I can’t do a thing to stop it.”
I want to roar in victory, but I school my features to remain passive and ask a simple question. “And why do you think that is?”
She blinks up at me, panting heavily.
I cock an eyebrow at her, encouraging her to respond.
She shakes her head, like she can refuse what is clearly happening between us. It’s liberating to know that she’s been going through the same withdrawals, and I want to do a silly little happy dance. I’ll do one later in the privacy of my bedroom.
“I – I’ve never perfumed for an Alpha before you,” she mutters, eyes downcast and the sour scent of shame weaving through her scent. “The Pack Alphas thought I was defective, and so did I.”
My heart pangs. I can imagine what such a rejection has done to her self-confidence. She looks so spooked by the idea of finding her Alpha. She’s eyeing up the exits with the big green emergency signs glowing above them.
“Baby girl,” I croon, tucking a stray curl of red hair behind her ear. “Even if you never perfumed for me, I’d still think you were the most perfect Omega.”
Her pretty blue eyes fly up to mine.
“I think I understand now why you’ve kept me at arm’s length. I’ve changed how you see the world, haven’t I? We can take things slow.”
She bites her lip and nods.
“But maybe a little faster than how things have been going so far,” I joke, tapping the side of her shoe with my boot the same way I did with Oscar mere minutes ago.
“I – I think I could do that,” she stutters, and my heart follows suit. She’s adorable and I’m one step closer to making her mine. I wonder if I could make her stutter like that for a pleasantreason. I bet I could if she allowed me a few moments beneath that conservative dress…
Fuck, my cock is stiff. I’m gonna end up on a child protection list somewhere if I keep this up. I shove my hands into my jean pockets to hide the evidence of my sordid daydreaming, and clear my throat.
“I’m not so bad, ya know. Once you get to know me, I’m a chilled out guy.”
She snorts and looks at me incredulously. “Chilled out isn’t the word I’d use to describe you.”
“No?” I tilt my head, letting my shoulder length hair flop endearingly to the side.
“More like a hurricane.”
I beam. “I’ve never been described as weather before, but I kinda like it.”
She giggles.
I swallow, squaring my shoulders to summon some of my missing confidence. “So, if I were to tell you Oscar’s parents are throwing a Christmas party next week, would you agree to be my date?”
“A party?”
“Yeah, I figure it will make you feel more comfortable if you have other people around for shelter against the hurricane.”
“I don’t know.” She looks back to her classroom, like she’s thinking about running away from my question rather than answering.
“Please?” I ask hopefully. Alphas don’t plead.
Nevaeh looks at me for a long moment, with a confused light glinting in her eyes.
“Okay, I’ll come.”
