“I think that time may be very soon,” I growl. “Thanks for this Dad.”
“We see you all as our own, and we are very invested in your happiness,” he says. “We’ll make sure your omega gets the retribution he deserves. If Ralph has been abusing your omega, I don’t think he should continue to sleep at Eddy’s home.”
“Beckham is a stubborn omega,” Tatum sighs. “The odds of suggesting anything are moot.”
“Play by his rules, but it all ends the second it looks like things are getting out of hand.” Aeron grits out.
The three of us nod, but the worry that we may already be there claws at me.
CHAPTER 12
BECKHAM
You know when something seems too good to be true? That's what my life feels like right now.
It took me a few days after the party to get my head on straight, to stop overthinking and flipping out.
A few things I realized are, these men are my alphas, my pack. And I crave them, want them, and maybe even need them. It honestly terrifies me.
I’ve spent most of my life alone, adapted to being a single omega who didn’t rely on a pack. Was it lonely? Yes, but it worked for me.
I didn’t have to worry about anyone using their power over me, forcing me to do things against my will.
I was always in control of my mind and body.
Now I feel like I’m no longer in the driver's seat, just hovering to the side as I watch a cloned version of myself take over.
Magically, I’ve been able to get sleep in my father’s house. Kind of sad that I have to lock my room up like Fort Knox, but it works.
Even though I haven’t been sleeping in my office at work, I am still staying late every day, catching up on everything I’ve missed in my week hiatus.
Like tonight. I’ve spent the past two hours grading papers. My head hurts, I’m starving, and my eyes are growing heavy. I stare at the words on the page, but my brain doesn’t process.
Blinking, I try to clear my vision, but there’s no use.
My head starts to nod and I catch myself a few times before giving up and resting my head against the desk.
I just need a little nap. Twenty minutes tops and I’ll be able to get the rest of this done and go home.
I’m not sure how much time passes by the time I next open my eyes, but I know it wasn’t twenty minutes. Looking out the window, I see that it’s dark outside.
“Fuck.” I groan, rubbing at my eyes before grabbing my phone to check the time. Midnight? Damn it.
Sighing heavily, I dread the next hour at least of work before I can go home. These papers should have been handed back days ago.
As I’m about to see where I left off, I notice two things.
Looking down, I see that I’m covered in a blanket. I sure as hell didn’t have this before I fell asleep. Did someone come in here and do this? And who?
The second thing is, there’s a sandwich wrapped in foil.
Tentatively, I reach over and take it. There’s a little note tapped to the wrapper. My lip twitches when I read it.
“Be a good boy, and eat.”
It’s not signed, but if I had to guess, I’d say it’s one of my alphas.
Surprisingly, they’re actually doing what I asked of them. They’re giving me time and going slow.
