Page 5 of Alphabets & Omegas
“Don’t you dare sit down!” Jenny shouts at me from the kitchen and I freeze, hovering in an uncomfortable squat. “You’re dumber than you look if you think you’re sitting on my cream-colored couch covered in engine grease.”
I have no idea how she knew what I was about to do from the other room, but I figure once you had a kid, you developed a sixth sense about this kind of thing. Above all else, if there is one thing I’ve learned after all these years, it’s that one did not fuck with Jenny Frazer. She’s well and truly dissuaded any misguided stereotypes I held about Omegas being docile and submissive. Jenny is a firecracker.
Instead of sitting, I enter the kitchen and casually lean my forearms against the granite countertop. Plucking a miniature candy cane from the treat jar, I pop it into my mouth and ask in as casual tone as I can muster, “So how come you never told me Oscar’s teacher is an Omega and unmated?”
“Miss Shields? The little redhead who wears polka dots?” Jenny asks, flittering around the kitchen making dinner. Considering the garage flat’s kitchen comprises a single hot-plate and a beer fridge, I usually end up here for dinner a few times a week.
“Yeah, the one that looks and smells like an angel.” I release a dreamy sigh.
The pup has been going to school for months already. As far as I’m concerned, it’s months wasted when I could’ve had my Omega on my knotted cock. God, it feels strange to even consider it a possibility, but I’m not one to shy away from a challenge.
“I can honestly say that I haven’t been thinking about your sex life while in my young son’s classroom surrounded by other pups,” Jenny says flatly while putting the chicken casserole in the oven and setting the timer. “I thought for sure she was mated. You really think she’s the right fit for you?”
“Yes!” I shout. “She’s completely and utterly right for me! There’s a reason she’s teaching instead of being mated to an old Alpha douche canoe, and I’m going to find out what it is. Jen, this is my chance to have a mate! How could you not have told me about her sooner?”
Jen frowns, crossing her arms and leaning her hip against the countertop.
“I guess I wasn’t aware you were looking for something more permanent,” she shrugs, blowing her hair out of her face. “Women come in and out of that garage like it’s a damn convenience store.”
“You know an unmated Alpha has needs, right? Ruts don’t just magically go away because I don’t have a mate. Besides, I’m nowhere near as bad as Mike was!”
“What about me?” Mike asks as he walks into the room in his enforcer uniform, coming straight from border patrol duty.Blades of grass cling to his legs, and his untameable hair sticks up at odd angles.
“That you’re a filthy womanizer and I’m perfect.” I give him a cocky grin.
“Well, we all know that’s not true. Why would I look anywhere else when I’ve got this sexy little Omega waiting at home for me?”
He strides past me, sweeps Jenny up in his arms, and spins her around. She squeals and laughs, batting at his shoulders before he places her back on the kitchen tiles and kisses her deeply.
“I’m gonna put another pup in you,” Mike growls against Jenny’s lips, squeezing her ass as he grinds himself into her, and she perfumes immediately.
I gag loudly.
“Oh, come on! I’m right here.”
Even six years after their mating, they’re still disgustingly sexual with each other. At least with the risk of a kid walking in on them, they havesomeself restraint. In the old days, Mike would have shooed me away and rut Jenny right here on the breakfast counter.
A familiar pang settles in my chest at the display of pure affection between the two. I don’t resent them for being so happy. In fact, it’s one of my life’s greatest pleasures to see them in love, but I ache for something similar. I’m not lonely all the time. It comes and goes, especially late at night after a hard run. I think it would be nice to return to my Omega’s nest. I’ve tried to make it work with my fair share of Betas, but nothing sticks because it’s not right. They aren’t my Omega.
But Nevaeh is.
The two stop making out, and Mike comes over to clap me on the shoulder in a proper greeting.
“What were you talking about before I said a thorough hello to my mate?” he asks while waggling his eyebrows at a flushed Jenny.
“Casey has a crush on Oscar’s teacher,” she replies, pulling ingredients out of the fridge. I take a cutting board and a knife to help prepare the salad.
“It’s not a crush. It’s more than that.” I line up a tomato to slice, staring at the red fruit like it’ll help me express how much more than a crush my feelings are.
“And it’s my son’s first-grade teacher?” Mike quirks an eyebrow at me, like what I’m suggesting is insane.
“Yes! Nevaeh Shields is my Omega! She smells like mine, feels like mine, she is mine!” I exclaim in frustration, chopping a tomato so forcefully the wooden cutting board cracks in half. I sigh, close my eyes to calm myself, and then silently clean up the mess. Alpha strength can be a curse sometimes.
Jenny places the lettuce head on the counter and studies me with a peculiar expression, giving me her full attention for the first time this evening. “Well, shit. I didn’t realize it was like that. I’m sorry, Case,” she apologizes.
Mike squeezes my shoulder. “Congrats, man, that’s awesome. When are you two seeing each other?”
“When I walk Oscar to school tomorrow?”
