Page 59 of Talk About… Dramay

No matter how bad I fucked up, I know one day I’ll find my way to you again, Ori. You’re my world and I was an idiot, letting my emotions win. Never again.

So, this year, I’m thankful that I got to experience life with you up until now, that I was able to bond my omega. Even if it takes years to get you back, I know I found my mate and there will never be anyone else for me.

When that day comes, know that I’ll never let go again. One day we’ll spend our nights with our pack, have family dinners at least once or twice a week, and spend our weekends hunting for those antiques you love.

I love you, Ori. Always have and always will.

With a small smile, I tucked the letter back inside the envelope.

“Take a bite, then open it,” Roman suggested, gently scooting my plate closer. They were all watching me.

“Don’t worry, no tears this time,” I said.

Lane smiled. “Good. You don’t have to share what’s inside, though.”

His reassurance was sweet, but I wanted to tell them. They were part of this, at least for now. Not to mention, who else could I talk to about this that would understand?

So, I talked about the Whitaker’s Thanksgiving and how they were coping after the loss. I hated how much pain they were all in and I tried to keep that in mind when thinking about how badly Cameron hurt me.

He was wrong. We both knew it. But that didn’t mean he didn’t have his reasons, albeit they were misguided.

Picking up my bacon I nibbled at it as I thought about what I wanted to do next. I’d left a booming real estate career behind, but I had no real desire to go that route again. Rockwood Valley was a small market as it was.

When I polished off my bacon and waffle, I finally pulled the present closer. The guys watched as I tore off the paper and opened the box, gasping as I pulled out a beautiful bronze statuette.

“Does this mean something to you, Princess?” Lane asked.

“Yes, it does,” I said, voice reverent as I studied the antique. It was gorgeous. I’d found it during one of our trips to flea markets around the area. I loved it but it was too expensive for a teenager. Neither of us could afford it.

A note was at the bottom of the box, Cameron’s choppy handwriting filling the small slip of paper.

Took me a few years, but I tracked her down finally. This was always meant to be in your collection.

He hunted it down for me. We had gone back two weeks later and it was gone. I was so sad and just knew I’d never see it again.

Yet somehow Cameron tracked this piece down for me. She was now mine. Suddenly, my dream of opening an antique store seemed real again.

“It means he’s putting in the work.”

Oriana

Something was off. Hudson and Lane were acting weird and it was driving me crazy. I wasn’t sure what changed, but they were anxious about something.

After breakfast and the surprise on the porch, we cleaned up the dishes. When we settled onto the couch I realized that we were all stuck here without a purpose.

We had no jobs right now, except for Lane and Hudson because thiswastheir job.I had to figure out what to do and poor Roman was stuck without his usual art.

My life was unsettled again and I hated it. At least I knew this time that the outcome would be worth the trouble.

Opening up my phone, I texted just about everyone I knew who could help, in a group chat.

Oriana

My mate, Roman, was an art teacher. He ran an extra art class with his kids from school and the local nursing home. Any job leads I could send his way?

Avery

I’ll ask around. I know we have shops like the pottery shop in town, but she’s a one woman show.