Page 73 of Talk About… Dramay
The silence wasn’t heavy as the others came over, setting the tray of snacks and drinks down and everyone finding a spot. Cameron made her a bowl and handed it over before dropping to the floor in front of her. I was already on one side, Lane dropping down next to me, while Roman and Hudson took the other side.
We made it through two episodes, everyone relaxing together until she fell asleep, slumped over on my lap.
“I should take her up to her bed,” Roman said but when she woke, her eyes locked on Cameron. There was a sleepy vulnerability there as she reached for him. “You want your alpha, too?”
She nodded at her beta, asking him with a single look if that was okay. I offered a smile, hoping to encourage him.
“You know I’ll give you whatever you need,” Roman promised, letting Cameron scoop her into his arms and heading upstairs together, leaving my original packmates by my side.
When the door closed softly upstairs, Lane finally broke the silence.
“So, I see you’re no longer against omegas.”
“Oh, I am, she’s just different,” I deadpanned as I stood to start picking up the mess.
Lane snorted but didn’t argue as they headed for the kitchen with me to clean up the dishes and Hudson got the coffee pot ready and set for the morning.
“I want to stay in Rockwood Valley,” Hudson said as he turned to us. “She’s here, so I’m here.”
“Couldn’t agree more,” Lane said, both of them turning toward me.
How did they not know that this was a non-issue? She was mine.
“Where she is, I am,” I said simply. “Now, where am I sleeping?”
Oriana
Waking up to the scent of Cameron and Roman around me was my new favorite way to wake up. It was a mix of cypress, bayberry, black tea, and honey. Warm, woodsy, sweet, and comforting.
I breathed it in before opening my eyes, snuggling into the warm bliss of my fluffy comforter.
Then I frowned, realizing the scent was fading.
My eyes popped open then filled with tears. My omega was panicking. I went to bed with Cameron and Roman. Now I was alone.
It was irrational and terrifying all at once.
Roman’s scent was wafting out of the bathroom, shower running, so I knew he was there.
But Cameron was gone.
Pushing the blanket aside I went to the window and peeked out, a sob escaping at the absence of his truck.
I pushed my palm over my mouth to cover it as I shook at the force of my tears. My mind was barely online yet it was shutting down, falling into that pit I thought I’d left behind.
“Stormy?!” Roman crashed around the bathroom before shoving the door open and sliding my way on wet feet. He had a towel hastily wound around his hips that was barely holding on as he reached me. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
“He’s gone,” I wailed as I collapsed now that I had him.
“No, Ori, he’s not,” he promised me. “He went down to make you coffee and grab breakfast.”
“His truck is gone,” I argued.
He tried to say something else to reassure me, but my omega wasn’t convinced. The pain that had broken my chest open in grief years ago was starting to gape again, pulling me into a dark place I had cast aside.
I was hysterical.
“Cameron Whitaker, get your ass up here!” Roman bellowed. That had the door bursting in, but from the frantic mix of scents, none of them were him.