Page 19 of Talk About… Dramay
“Talk to me, Stormy,” I pleaded as I placed a desperate kiss on her forehead. Her usual fresh rain, citrus, and sea saltscent was tainted around the edges with the pain filling her expression.
“I can’t take suppressors anymore,” she finally choked out. Her scent now laced in the bitter notes of her pain. My heart broke into pieces. “And I know without having my bonded alpha, it will be unbearable.”
Fuck, this complicated things. She said she would never touch another alpha and hers was too busy with his head up his ass to realize what he’d lost. I’d done some research the past few weeks on their bond.
It was rare to not get sick with absence, but there wasn’t enough research on rejection post claiming. All in all, every article talked about how heats could be a mix of uncomfortable, to downright torturous.
I didn’t know how to fix this. Being a beta, I couldn’t be enough. Knotting toys wouldn’t suffice, and she was thirteen years shy of having anything with his scent on it.
My poor omega broke down in my arms, great gasping sobs as she let out years of pain and anguish.
Finally, her sobs turned to sniffles and she stepped back with a calming breath. I watched her eyes harden just a fraction more. The visceral need to end her ex hit me so hard it stole the breath right from my lungs.
“Let’s order in tonight,” she said as she went to the fridge in an almost robotic movement. It worried me.
“Of course,” I said easily, taking the drink from her hands and loading the tray she’d pulled out with snacks. It was a nightly tradition and even a few weeks into living together, I knew what she wanted.
She moved to the sectional as I finished, tucking every soft blanket around her until she was in a cocoon, only her face poking out.
The numb look there nearly killed me.
What would tomorrow look like? After she processed, would she be ready to talk and make a plan?
Her heat wasonlya month away.
I sat the tray down on the coffee table and quickly turned on one of her favorite true crime shows before pulling up the app to order dinner. I’d made it my job to learn everything I could about her, probably to the point of being annoying, but it was paying off now.
“The usual?” I asked. She didn’t even respond with words, simply nodding her head and staring ahead. I don’t think she even knew what was on the screen.
My omega was lost in her head. She looked so small and fragile, nothing like the fiery woman I knew and loved.
Yes, ‘loved.’ With her, my entire world shifted the moment I scented her. I thought that guarded omega would fight me, but instead, she’d embraced me. She’d seen that I wasn’t scared off by her past and let herself simply feel.
This was fast and crazy, but it was our life. Neither one of us had regrets.
We’d figure this out, too.
We’d barely made it through two episodes and our food before her soft, even breaths told me she was asleep. I knew it would be senseless to move her so I helped her lay down in her cocoon of blankets and pillows, running my cheek over hers before brushing a kiss over her lips. She sighed happily in her sleep as I scent marked her.
At least I could offer her some peace in all this chaos.
She didn’t stir while I made a pallet on the floor and settled in, refusing to leave my omega’s side.
It was still early so I turned on white noise and opened up PackVlog to scroll mindlessly for a bit until I was tired.
Anger swelled in my chest at the sight of the Whitaker triplets front and center. Fucking smug bastards. They were allfake smiles, muscles, and too much cockiness. Everything about them screamed alphahole.
She’d mentioned them and we stumbled across one of them while scrolling one night. I expected her to shy away but she told me more about their relationship as she watched.
Curiosity hit me and I couldn’t resist clicking on the comments. My stomach churned at all the omegas and betas throwing themselves at these alphas.
Omegacutie23:I’d give up my firstborn for a night between these alphas.
GirlypopChrista:This is what a real alpha looks like. Whoever they find to be theirs is one lucky girl. Can I volunteer?
Victorsvlog:Do they swing for my team? I’d move to the boonies in a heartbeat.
My fingers twitched, ready to add a comment of my own. How had no one dug deep enough to figure out that the prick of an alpha Cameron had rejected his own mate. They were here practically frothing at the mouth for his attention and he was literally human garbage.