The other part of me though—the much louder part—screams to let this man in. To allow myself to have someone for the first time in my life.
Someone that actually seems to give a fuck about me and what I want.
Maybe just this once, I could allow myself to have just that.
Without having to say anything between us, I know that he knows the truth. I also think he knows that I know. He should be mad. He should be ripping shreds off me for lying to him.
But he isn’t.
Instead, he is in my bed, fully clothed—jacket and all—and is asking for my permission to be in my life.
So, instead of saying no, for the first time in my life, I say yes to an Alpha.
I already am dreading my stupidity but I need to change my thought process. I can’t allow myself to be terrified for the rest of my life.
The smile that Conall gives me lights up the entire room. He chuckles, bringing my hands up to his lips and places a delicate kiss on my fingers.
“Thank you, Little Devil. Now, we better go check on our little firefly. I heard giggles before and I have a feeling she may be up to mischief.
The squeal of excitement from my three-year-old as both Cal and I make our way out into the lounge room helps ease any kind of lingering sadness.
Instead of beelining straight for me like she normally would, Amity launches herself into Cal’s waiting arms.
“Cal! You had a sleepover! Are you going to have another sleepover?”
The excitement in her voice has me chuckling, “It's only just the morning, baby. Let’s see how the rest of our day goes before we ask Cal to stay again tonight.”
Amity nods before she wiggles out of Cal’s arms. “Okay! But you have to play dolls with me again!”
Cal chuckles but nods. “Anything for you, Firefly.”
I smile as I head over and begin making breakfast for us. Cal doesn’t leave me waiting long before he is right beside me helping to prepare bacon and eggs.
It's strange doing such a mundane task with him.
To be honest, it feels unnatural even to have an Alpha in the kitchen with me.
My old pack refused to step foot in the kitchen while I lived with them. Every single meal they ate was prepared by me. If they wanted something to drink, even a glass of water, I still had to bring it to them.
To them, Omegas belonged in the kitchen.
But as Cal works along beside me, it's clear that he doesn’t feel that way. Even as I shake my head, so used to doing this job alone, he refuses and finds something for him to do.
It seems at every single turn, Conall proves me wrong.
In a way, it's refreshing. In another, its scaring the living fuck out of me.
Why does he have to be so goddamn perfect? Why has this man steam rolled into my life and completely turned it upside down?
Why the fuck am I falling for an Alpha I have no business falling for?
I keep trying to tell myself that he is my boss. That he is forbidden. Though, if it was meant to be so wrong, why did it feel so good having him beside me last night?
A boss doesn’t hold their employee in their arms like that.
A boss wouldn’t have stayed the night at their employees house only to promise them forever and stand beside them in the kitchen preparing a meal for her daughter.
I know that my delusions of keeping our relationship strictly professional are just that; unrealistic.
