Page 39 of Talk About… Dramay
I just kept seeing Julie’s face twisting in disgust as she told me she was never going to marry me. Her bouquet of roses hit the floor, petals and baby’s breath dusting the area as she stomped on them and stormed out of the church.
My first thought was that I didn’t even want to be here in the first place. Arranged marriage was insane but I loved my family and after not finding a pack I was willing to give it a try. Julie and I were like oil and water, often bickering and disagreeing on everything we could.
Yet, as she left, relief was the furthest thing from my mind.
To this day, I couldn’t remember what happened from the time she walked away, to my parents yelling at me.
Half the words echoed in the room so loud they were unintelligible. Then my brain came back online as I realized not only had she left, she told them I was controlling and refused to give her the things omegas required.
Abuse. It was plain and simple omega abuse she accused me of.
Yet, I’d offered her everything but love, because frankly, it was impossible. It wasn’t until a few hours into my lectures I realized the truth.
She found scent matches.
Then my mother said the last words she’ll ever say to me.
“No son of mine will drag down our reputation by treating his omega like a dog.”
“Do you even want my side?” I asked, finally finding my voice. “Or are you simply going to yell at me and accuse me of these monstrous things?”
“I don’t need your side.”
When I stood up she looked startled, but I simply turned and walked out of there. I was out of the church before they bothered to follow.
Then, two weeks later, my house was sold, most of my belongings donated or sold, and I was leaving forever.
Omegas couldn’t be trusted. They were liars and would bleed alphas dry. Mine had cost me my family and that was something I couldn’t forgive.
Now my pack found a mate and I was expected to drop everything and run to her. Some omega I didn’t know a damn thing about. She was probably just another spoiled brat who expected her alphas to cater to her every whim. Pamper her and shower her in lavish gifts and fancy dates.
It would be a cold day in hell before I catered to another omega.
No, I was better off sitting right here in the woods, in an alpha only zone, far away from omegas and their lies.
Oriana
The scent of fresh cookies and the sound of chatter filled the air as I walked into my parents’ house with my pack behind me.
Not yours,I reminded myself. It was so silly how attached I’d already grown. The way Lane touched me as often as he could, teasing and flirting as he did, was ruining me in the best way.
Roman was jealous, making him even more attentive. Meaning any moment I struggled, he was right there for me and fuck that was a nice feeling.
Then there was Hudson. He was strong and quiet, but had my back. I felt safe in his presence. Until he was close, then I felt like I could melt. He commanded attention and I wanted to give it to him.
“There’s my Little Bird,” Brandon sang out as he rushed over to brush a kiss on my cheek. “Unless you’re good at baking, have a seat out back, boys.”
Hudson held up his hands. “I’m awful in the kitchen, but I’ll let you have fun. See you soon, Love.” He brushed a kiss over my cheek before walking out to greet Steve and Adam who were set up on the porch watching a game on a laptop in front of them.
“I haven’t baked in a long time but I’d love to help,” Lane said, looking a bit excited and nervous. It was adorable seeing this big, tattooed beta looking unsure. He always seemed so confident and steady.
“The more the merrier,” Brandon said. “Unless you hate country music.”
He raised a sassy, manicured eyebrow as he waited for Lane to answer. Lane scoffed and waved him off.
“I’ll sing along,” he challenged.
“Good, because as much as I adore and love my daughter, her baking skills are shit. She’ll need backup,” he teased.