Mom
What happened with Smash Knot?
I’m surprised she texted me back so fast, maybe it’s a move in the right direction.
They didn’t want to bond, so I left.
Mom
That’s a shame. I always did like Danny.
I exit out of the chat and try to keep myself together. There was no sign of support, no asking me how I am, just thinking about the Alpha who didn’t have the spine to stick up for me. I don’t know why I bothered even texting her, she always finds a way to disappoint me.
Maybe it’s why I stuck with that pack far longer than I should’ve. I’m numb to disappointment and can’t see when people don’t want me around.
I wipe my face, this isn’t anything new, and I’m not sure why I expected any different.
It’s like I’m a glutton for punishment. Like I wasn’t already sad and miserable enough being at this airport alone that I had to add even more emotional trauma into the mix.
“At this time we’re boarding families, military, and packs with Omegas,” the terminal worker says, and I stand up, it feels like eyes are boring holes in the side of my face as I give her my ticket. She looks down at it, noticing the bright pink tick mark, they wouldn’t even let me use a digital boarding pass. “Once you board, Ali will take you to your seat.”
“I thought there wasn’t assigned seating.”
She doesn't even blink as she looks at me and says nothing. I’m left feeling uncomfortable, but have no choice but to move forward onto the jetway.
I swallow thickly as I step over the threshold, already feeling confined and scared.
Ali is all smiles, until I hand her my ticket. When she sees the pink mark she looks at me with pity before leading me to a seat all the way in the back of the plane. I have no scent with the blockers, there was no reason to put me all the way back here, but I don’t even bother complaining. At least I’m by a window, the unofficial, designated Omega seat.
The flight is five hours. I can survive five hours on this plane, and then after, I’ll never have to step on a single commercial flight again.
That is now one of my life goals. Find a rich pack who both love and spoil me. Rich enough to fly first class, at least.
I grimace at myself, hating that I care about money, but at least I’m honest with myself.
I know that I’m a catch, that I can take care of Alphas, that I will be a good Omega and mother. I also know how I look and what my scent does to Alphas.
Well…maybe I’d been slightly deluded in what I could offer. They were supposed to be my pack, but the band was more important than me, maybe I didn’t bring as much to the table as I thought? Or maybe LA is just a different breed and it was impossible to compete there.
On the East Coast, I’ll be a catch. Or at the minimum I’ll hold this delusion till I die, because there’s no way I’ll ever settle.
It’s everything or bust when it comes to finding a pack. At least for me.
Being alone is going to be a challenge, but I’d figure it out. At least I’ll have my Gran. I can go to Heat Haven for my heats. Hell, I’ve read so many sub Reddits about Omegas who found love at the upscale heat clinic.
I’ll be okay. I’ll get through this.
All that positive talk is for nothing as two massive Alphas take the seats next to me. I feel like I‘m being shoved against the window of the airplane, making myself as small as possible to accommodate their large frames. Story of my sad little life.
The one next to me smells like a warm day at the beach, it’s nice…more than nice. I immediately feel on edge and needy. It only gets worse as more and more people board the plane. I’m completely boxed in by Alphas, all of their scents mingling and making my brain go haywire.
I make myself small, and try not to think about how I need to endure this for the next few hours, and how there’s no way to escape.
Fuck.
I grip my throat, and try to breathe through my mouth. It doesn’t make a difference, my eyes tear up with fear. It feels like I’m breathing fire the way the air scratches my throat. Sweat is beading down the side of my forehead and I’m doing my best to push away the panic that’s threatening to break me.
No, fuck no. I’ve cried enough over men who didn’t give a shit about me, I’m not about to start over strangers.
