Page 63 of Talk About… Dramay

“We tell her tonight, Lane. Tate’s on his way, he’s just taking his damn time like this isn’t important. No three hour drive should take all fucking day. Just have him meet us at the docks,” Hudson said, his voice full of frustration.

We were in an impossible situation. Choosing between an omega and our packmate. We both knew that Tate would change his mind the moment he saw her, scented her, but telling her before then for her to feel rejected again would be awful.

I kept envisioning him meeting her then walking away.

No one deserved to be rejected by a scent-match. This would be a second time for our omega and I couldn’t risk it.

I’d rather her find out by scenting us.

We’d been off blockers for a few days. Surely, our scents would be in soon?

Fuck, this had disaster written all over it.

“No, we have to tell her now. Let everything happen after that,” I argued.

“It’s just a few hours,” he promised, giving my shoulder a squeeze before following her out.

Fuck.

I either defied my packmates, or I hurt her for a few more hours. Unease was my new friend and I swallowed down the uncertainty as I followed them out.

We had a date to prepare for. Then I’d tell her everything, packmates approval or not.

This omega was mine. I wasn’t about to let this get between us.

Oriana

The docks at sunset was one of my favorite places. When we were teens, a huge group would rent out the docks on friday nights to have a bonfire and hang out. The adults always approved because it kept us out of trouble.

I think they were simply crazy for trusting us. There were way too many things at those parties we never spoke of outside of our circles.

The beach pavilion was decked out in twinkle lights, the bonfire already burning as the sun set over the lake. The docks were generally used for fishing or jumping off to swim.

The mountains in the sunset were breathtaking and a soft smile formed on my face as I took it all in.

Cameron didn’t play around. He had a mini bar set up on one of the tables, and a buffet of food warmers on the other.

The seating around the bonfire was plain except for one chair, where there was a cushion on the seat and no less than three fuzzy blankets waiting for me.

Cameron stood in the middle of it all, a nervous smile on his face. He’d lost the signature leather jacket for this, wearing a pair of dark jeans and a flannel shirt that bulged around his biceps.

My mouth went dry and the omega inside of me perked up, ready to run into her alpha’s arms.

But I couldn’t do that.

Not yet.

“I’m glad you came,” Cameron husked as I walked closer. His eyes didn’t trail over my body, they stayed on my face.

I hated the distance. In my heart I had pictured our future so many ways… except this.

“I did,” I said, my voice shaking slightly.

This close I could scent his cypress and bayberry scent, the nostalgia of it hitting me square in the chest.

“I figured casual would be best for this,” he offered, giving my guys a strained smile. Roman was already at my back, his hand on my hip. Cameron’s look wasn’t agitated, but one of longing.

The petty part of me was glad to see it.