Page 3 of Talk About… Dramay

Oriana

Nerves had me up half the night and early the next morning. I kept glancing at my phone, willing myself to not text Roman like some lovesick omega.

I always found it crazy that when someone found a mate they just threw themselves all in.

For me and my ex, it was a slow progression because we wanted each other before either of us came into our designations. When I presented as an omega, it triggered his alpha side, both of us matching and falling even deeper.

Most told me not to give in, to not let him bond me.

I should have fucking listened.

Now, I had to put everything on the table for Roman and hope he didn’t discard me just like my alpha did.

“Fuck,” I cursed as I stepped out of the shower and side-eyed my phone again. Before I could force myself to look away, a text lit up the screen.

Roman

Forgive me if I’m wrong, but you seemed a bit nervous yesterday. So, let me assure you that this is no pressure. We’re just two people getting to know each other.

Roman

Don’t overthink this, Stormy. See you in an hour.

I melted on the spot. It was like he saw right through my insecurities and soothed those jagged edges my ex left behind. Everything in me screamed to let him in, but how could I?

The pain of moving away from Rockwood Valley went straight to my soul. I was sick for weeks and hurting. The only consolation was that I had money in my account to get myself through. It gave me time to heal enough to function, to get used to the city life after living in a small town my whole life.

Thirteen years later and it still felt wrong.

Oriana

What should I wear?

Roman

Nothing?

Roman

Mostly kidding, Stormy. You can wear something comfortable. Nothing fancy, and I suggest shoes that are easy to walk in.

Then he sent a picture to reassure me. My heart slammed in my chest at just the sight of the beta. He had that confident grin on his face as he faced the mirror, showing off his outfit. He had on a dark gray henley that had his silver blue eyes popping anddark jeans. His shoes were black and white checkered slip ons that looked well-loved.

There was a hint of stubble on his jawline, only making the angle of his face seem more defined.

Fuck, he was devastatingly hot.

My stomach twisted. This was the first time I found anyone attractive in over thirteen years and it just felt… wrong.

I couldn’t give him the life he deserved. A loving, strong pack or an omega who could go through a heat. Heat without an alpha was hell.

“Get out of your head, Ori,” I grumbled as I opened up my closet.

Since he said comfy, I decided to take him at his word. I grabbed an oversized sweater, jeans, and a pair of boots. It was cute and for some reason the baggy sweater always made me feel safer, like I had a barrier from the world.

I’d washed and straightened my hair after I got home last night, so I took it down from the bun I kept it in and refreshed it a bit. With a quick brush of simple makeup on my face, I was done.

A loud knock on the door had me nearly jumping out of my skin. I was way too on edge for that and it had only been thirty minutes, too early for Roman.