“So, where do we start?”
“Yarn. Lots of it.”
Jonah has a hand on me or my scooter as we navigate the aisles until we’re finally at the yarn.
“What are you making?” he asks.
“That would surely ruin the surprise,” I say, grabbing dark green, silver, and white. “Oh, grab that crochet hook that has a light on it,” I say, pointing to a shelf.
Jonah reaches up, grabbing the pink one. His shirt sliding up with the movement, showing a sliver of his abdomen.
Everything has been totally respectful since my heat. A few kisses here, touches here. Especially from Jonah and Cole, Mack seems to stick to himself pretty often, but I’ll work on cracking his shell.
I’m not sure if I’m ready for more, especially with this godforsaken cast on. But that little glimpse of innocent skin and his thoughtfulness have me ready for all the dirty pack sex I can imagine.
It’s what I’m owed after all the shit I’ve been through.
On top of my mounds of yarn, I grab some diamond art kits, and a kit to make my own stamps. I don’t know what I would need to make stamps for, but Jonah encouraged me to put it in my cart.
“Do you need anything else?”
Need. No, I didn’t need a single thing from this place. I’m more than used to being spoiled with gifts, but Jonah doesn’t make it seem like a transaction. No, he’s happy to spend money on me, and in fact, I think it gives him a certain amount of joy.
I’m scooting around the corner, just glancing at the jewelry making bundles that I absolutely do not need.
“Jonah, is that you?” a melodic voice asks and I swallow thickly.
His big hand is on my shoulder as he looks up and clears his throat.
“Abby, good to see you. This is my Omega, Shiloh,” he says without even fucking hesitating.
It’s obvious the pretty blonde is an Omega herself and he just staked his claim, boldly and without being told. Not a mention of Omega companion or the fact that we aren’t bonded. I’m his.
He stamped his motherfucking claim and I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my whole life.
“Oh. You’re no longer in a pack with Cole and Mack?” she asks, looking confused.
I’m not sure I’ve ever felt this smug in my whole life. It’s not that I have ill will against this other Omega. I don’t think badly of her. But also…I needed a win and I’m taking it. I’m finally the Omega on top, and the power is rushing to my oversized head.
“No, still in a pack with Cole and Mack,” Jonah says easily. “I hope you’re doing well.”
“Yes, of course. I’m being courted by the Abington pack.”
“And where are they?” Jonah asks.
“I’m just grabbing some things and heading back to their pack house,” she says, looking at the floor.
My smugness turns into sympathy for the Omega standing before me. I scoot pathetically toward her, and Jonah follows.
“Can we have a second?” I ask Jonah, who looks relatively unhappy about that idea.
“I’ll go check out,” he says, grabbing all the shit out of my scooter’s basket and leaving me to speak with Abby.
“I know you don’t know me and this is kind of awkward and my advice is completely unsolicited. But don’t settle for less than you deserve.”
Her big blue eyes water, and she wraps her arms around herself.
“Says the Omega who landed every girl’s dream pack. Sorry, I know that came across bitchy,” she says with a watery smile.
