This better not mean you stream less.
Of course, he has an Omega. They get everything. Leave some Alphas for the rest of us.
Don’t do it. Women are the root of all the world’s problems.
I roll my eyes, doing my best to ignore the stupid comments. None of these people know me. They like the way I look, they like how good I am at playing Chronic and the workarounds I’m able to find. But not a single viewer on here really knows me.
Sometimes it feels like no one does. As close as I’m with Cole and Jonah, we’ve all been off doing our own things, avoiding our issues. But with Shiloh here? Everything is changing.
When I glance over at her, she’s passed out in the Lovesac. I can’t help but to smile.
Oh, my fuck. Is he looking at her right now? I want him to look at me like that. *cries*
Run while you can, man.
When’s it going to be my turn?
“I’m logging off for the day. My mods will be going through today’s chats,” I say in warning.
I don’t need the money, the fame, none of this shit. What I need…I’m not really sure what I need, and maybe thinking Shiloh wants to carry some of that burden is too much to ask for.
This is the first time in a long time I’ve felt like I don’t want to be on autopilot anymore. I want to actually live a life with people I care about and not shelter myself off like I always do.
I remove her crochet project off her lap and grab a blanket, gently placing it over her before I crawl next to her. It’s no easy feat with how this thing is shaped, but I manage. As soon as I’m comfortable, her head shifts and she rests against my shoulder.
Her scent is soothing in a way I never knew existed. I’d been around plenty of pretty, nice-enough Omegas, but Shiloh’s different. It’s like her scent was made for me, like she was.
She isn’t going to just let me get away with hiding in my room and letting Jonah and Cole be the main pack mates she deals with. If I’m being honest, I’m not sure why she would even be interested in me when she could have them.
Jonah is charismatic, if slightly unhinged, not to mention blessedly rich and perceptive. Cole’s a dickhead, but when he cares about something, he cares with every fiber of his being, and it’s clear Shiloh is that for him. He hasn’t seemed this excited since he joined the Air Force.
What do I offer? I know I’m attractive, that I’m kind, but is that enough? Who do I want to be? Fuck, an even deeper question: Who the fuck am I?
Shiloh stirs, a hand resting on my chest and I wonder if she can feel my heartbeat picking up from just her touch. Her nose nuzzles against my skin for a moment, and then she backs away slightly, her hand still on my chest as her big brown eyes blink up at me.
“How long was I sleeping?” she asks.
“Not long.”
“Did you do everything you need to for work?”
“Yeah, you don’t have to worry about it.”
She shifts and I give her space to move, so she’s comfortable.
“I like it in here. It’s cozy, and it smells like you.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t explain things better earlier. I should’ve talked to you about it before, but I’ve been…I don’t know.”
“Why haven’t you been around much?” she asks softly.
“When I said I’ve never done this before, I meant it in every sense, Shiloh. I’ve never had a girlfriend, an Omega, anything. I’m used to being alone, and I don’t know. I assumed you wanted space to get to know Jonah and Cole.”
“I want to know you, Mack; I want you to be around when we do things. I like hanging out in here while you work.”
I arch an eyebrow at her, and she laughs. “Okay, so falling asleep wasn’t the best look, but I like it. I like you, and I want to get to know you better.”
“How do I do that?” I ask.
