And I can’t lie, I’m curious as to how he’ll hold up compared to Monroe. Not that I should compare them in that way, but what’s the fun in having multiple mates if you can’t do that every now and then?
Breakfast is done shortly. Monroe gives up on dippy eggs, making a big heaping of scrambled eggs for everyone, along with the bacon. We sit at the table together as we eat. The guys wolf down their food like they’re animals, while I take my time. I’m in no rush.
It’s Sunday, which means the guys will have work tomorrow. I don’t know what I’m going to do in this place all by myself—I’ve never been anywhere by myself before, not really. At N.O.A., even when you were alone, you knew there were other omegas just a few doors down.
This? This would be completely different from that. Good thing I have lots of TV shows to catch up on.
“So,” Redd is the one who breaks the silence of the table, “there is something we should probably mention to you.” He glances at Lev, who nods, something unspoken passing between them. Monroe, on the other hand, stays silent.
I glance between the alpha and the beta. “What is it?” My heart might skip a beat, mostly because anytime someone says that, it’s usually not a good thing, whatever it is they want to mention. I know I need to get myself out of my old way of thinking, and I’m working on it, day by day, but sometimes it’s easy to slip back into old habits and expect the worst.
He must sense I’m worried, for he hurriedly says, “It’s nothing bad, I swear. It’s just… well, um—” He reaches for his neck and rubs it, while Lev simply gives me a semi-awkward smile. “—we didn’t mention it before, because we didn’t think it was that important, but seeing as how we’re in a pack together, you should know…”
The alpha rambles, like he does when he’s nervous. I honestly don’t know what to say at this point, so I don’t say anything. I simply wait for him to say it, whatever it is.
Redd finally gets to the point when he says, “Lev and I, we… sometimes we… pass the time with each other.”
When he says it, I give him a weird look. “I don’t get it.”
“Well, it’s just—”
Lev takes the reins of the conversation, saying, “We didn’t know when, or if, we’d ever find a mate for our pack, so when nights got long and we got a little… let’s just say physically frustrated, we helped each other out.” He glances at Redd, then back at me. “It’s probably something we should’ve told you before, so you could make an informed decision joining the pack, but, well, with everything, it sort of fell to the wayside.”
Oh.
Oh.
Out of everything they could have said, that’s the last thing I expect, mostly because I haven’t picked up on any vibes between them. Whatever it is they do, maybe it’s just physical and not so much an emotional thing?
I look at Monroe. “You, too?”
The über shakes his head. “No. Not me. The only dick I want to touch is mine, and the only hands I want on mine are yours—or mine, if your hands are busy. I never participated in their… releases.”
Redd almost looks like he wants to be sick. “Is that too weird for you?”
“Honestly…” I pause, trying to think of how to respond as the new information settles in my brain. The guys must get the wrong idea again, and their crestfallen expressions are the reason why I spit it out in the simplest way possible: “No.”
“Good,” Lev says with a sigh, while Redd only stares at me, probably waiting for me to explain myself. Or maybe the alpha doesn’t quite believe me.
Pack dynamics are different between packs. No two packs are the same. I can’t judge them for what they did, what they do, or what they will do. If they want to get busy while I’m with Monroe, I won’t be upset. If anything, it might be hot to watch.
Even if emotions are involved and it’s not just physical, I think I’d be okay with that, too. If you can’t be yourself with the members of your pack, then who can you be yourself around? Pack is family. Pack is life.
“It doesn’t bother me at all,” I say, and I say it firmly, directing it toward Redd, who still looks as though he doesn’t believe me. “I promise. My best friend actually just joined a pack with another male omega, so I imagine she sees a lot. I’ve never thought about it before to tell you the truth, but…” I shrug. “I don’t know, maybe I’m intrigued.”
Yeahintriguedis the right word. Curious. Like I want to see it for myself, see what these two get up to when they’re alone and sexually frustrated.
“Intrigued,” Lev echoes me. “We can work with that.” He busts out a wide grin before getting back to his breakfast.
That wasn’t a conversation I thought we’d have over breakfast, but at the same time, now that it was, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Even as the day wears on and we hang out with each other, lounging around the apartment, I can’t get it out of my head.
I never thought about any of them like that. I never really thought of any alpha or beta in a sexual manner before these guys, so it’s an entirely new concept to me, but like I said before, I’m intrigued. I’m not turned off. I don’t think it’s gross or disgusting.
It’s so new to me, it’s about all I can think of throughout the day.
Later that afternoon, Lev is sitting with me on the couch, subjected to whatever silly reality show I want to watch, while the two alphas went to workout at the local gym. He has his arm around me, and I lean against him comfortably, our breathing in sync.
Omegas don’t often have beta mates. Really, as far as I know, omegas only have beta mates when their alpha packs already include them in their number. More often than not, betas end up with other betas, and they typically don’t end up in packs like this. Packs with more than two members are an alpha/omega thing.
