Page 13 of Double Delivery
I hadn’t meant to start stalking them—if you could really call it that—it had just sort of… happened. But now, I found it nearly impossible to stay away.
It had been two weeks since I’d first met Axel and Tripp, and ten days since I’d decided to find a restaurant for dinner.
However, instead of finding a quiet place for a meal, I’d spotted Axel heading into the bar. Curiosity won out, and a few minutes later, I’d given up on the idea of dinner and instead followed him in.
The real surprise was when I saw that he and Tripp were there together. They sat beside each other at the bar, but their interactions were strange. They would talk for a few minutes, then fall into long stretches where the only thing they did was drink.
The best description I could think of was: Misery loves company.
The good news was that there didn’t seem to be any animosity between them. However, they also didn’t seem to have any deeper relationship than friends—maybe.
There were more questions than answers. Was I really supposed to be with both of them? Would they have any sort of relationship with each other? Somehow, the thought that they might both love me, but not each other, felt wrong.
The need for answers drove me back to the bar the following night, and multiple nights since. I’d find a table out of the way and watch them—wearing scent-blockers so they were less likely to notice me.
My thoughts returned to the present when a foul odor washed over me. I looked up to see a disgusting alpha leering at me.
“Hey, Cutie,” he slurred, leaning in and resting a hand on the table. “Lookin’ for some company?”
I angled away from him as much as possible and somehow managed not to crinkle my nose at his stench. “Not interested.”
“Aw, but you look lonely at this table all by yourself.”
“I said ‘no.’”
“It don’t hurt nothin’ to sit and talk.”
I sighed and pushed up my glasses. “I’m meeting someone, ok?”
He snorted, stood straight, and held out his hands while pretending to look around. “Oh? Where are they?”
“I… uh…” I stammered, realizing he’d called my bluff. Then, as if on cue, Axel and Tripp walked in.
My alphas!
I stood and waved. “Axel, Tripp, over here!”
Both men turned, confused expressions on their faces. Then Axel’s expression darkened as he caught on to the situation. He grabbed Tripp’s wrist and marched over.
“This guy bothering you?” Axel asked.
“I was just offering some company while he waited,” the strange alpha argued.
“Well, we’re here now,” Axel growled. “So you don’t have to worry about him anymore.”
The alpha seemed about to move on, then he paused, looking between Axel and Tripp. “He’s meeting both of you?”
“Yeah. What of it?” Tripp demanded.
The stranger turned back. “Well, if you’re into multiple…”
“Leave!” Axel commanded with a snarl.
The man flinched but seemed about to hold his ground. Then Tripp took a firm stance next to Axel.
“You heard him,” Tripp growled. “Leave our omega alone.”
Our omega… The words made gooseflesh rise along my arms—luckily hidden by my long sleeves.
