Page 30 of Talk About… Dramay

“Welcome to our new campers. Glad you joined us. We call this fireside therapy. I’ll go first.”

He opened the box and stepped closer, taking a fistful of what looked like white sand.

“I lost my omega mom last year and she thought I hated her. The last words I said to her was that I’d never forgive her. Now, I’ll never forgive myself for that,” he stared, tossing a fistful into the fire, changing the orange flames to purple. We all sat silently until it faded.

He passed the box to Tucker. My friend stood and grabbed a handful of the sand and looked at me, something haunting in his eyes for a moment before he looked away.

I held my breath, not bothering to breathe as I waited for the bomb to drop. We were close, but, apparently, he had his own secrets.

“When I told my parents that I was gay, they told me that they knew I’d been broken from the day I was born. They turned my siblings against me and didn’t care that they turned a seventeen year old alpha onto the streets. I still have nightmares of those weeks on the streets.”

He tossed the sand in, the flames violet once more, before passing it to me. My hand gripped his bicep but I said nothing in regards to his trauma. I knew his family was shit, but not the extent of it.

The heavy stares landed on me now. I shook off the feeling and focused on the fire, fingers hovering above the sand.

“My dads died in an explosion. I was so fucking wrecked that I pushed my bonded omega away. I haven’t seen her in thirteen years but she haunts my mind every second of every day. I don’t know how to fix it.”

I tossed the sand and watched the flames change, feeling no better than before.

The stories continued in a depressing round robin before the box was back to the alpha who started it all. They tucked the box under their chair and the mood around the fire turned lighter.

The man next to me opened his bottle of beer and turned to me. “Omegas are nothing but trouble, brother. It’s best without them.”

“Fuck that. Mine wasn’t the issue. I was.” Indignant anger rose at his words. She wasneverthe problem. This was all on me.

He shrugged. “Then count yourself lucky. You got a real one.”

It was like that switched something in me.

He was right. She was a good omega and I never should have pushed her away.

The question was… is it too late to beg for forgiveness?

Roman

“This is going to be so weird,” Oriana groaned. My hand was wrapped around hers as she clung to me so tightly it was painful. I didn’t mind, if she needed the support I’d willingly give it to her. I simply kissed the side of her head and offered a reassuring smile.

“Stormy, we got this,” I reminded her as we stared at the front door of the coffee shop, waiting for our ‘pack’ to arrive.

It started as a petty little joke, but the more we talked, the better it sounded. For her, it was a way to make her ex jealous to hopefully make him realize what he lost.

I knew how hurt she still was, how a bond like that never truly faded, so I would support her. However, there was no way I’d let this asshole hurt her twice.

Alpha or not, I’d kick his ass.

For me, I thought this would be good for her. Even if it was mostly fake, she deserved to know how a real alpha could treather. They were trained to be every omega’s dream pack. That meant they’d treat her like a queen.

The door swung open and I knew right away it was them. The beta and alpha duo drew attention, especially with their luggage.

Plus, they were handsome, even I could admit that, and they exuded confidence.

The beta was tall and looked strong. He had on a band tee for a metal band I recognized and ripped jeans. Tattoos lined his skin from neck to hands, and likely where we couldn’t see.

Dark, midnight blue hair was combed and gelled back and he had a cocky grin on his face. The fierce teal eyes landed right on my omega.

The alpha was tall and stocky, broad shoulders pushing his leather jacket to its limits but tapered down to a narrow waist. He had a fierce look on his angular face, sharp, brown eyes assessing the room as his cut jaw tensed. His long black hair was straight, reaching down to his lower back.

The man looked like a natural protector and I suddenly felt even better about this arrangement.