“I think you need to be an adult and open up to him. Tell him how you feel. You can’t be alone forever, Lexi. It’s not in you. You crave love and physical attention. You refuse an Alpha, and I completely understand why, but you won’t give anyone else a chance either. Not Betas, not Omegas. You choose to be alone.”
“Because there is literally no one in this world I’d want to touch me.” I glare at her.
“Other than him.” She nods her head towards Emmett. I peek over at him and wish I hadn’t.
He stops for a moment and grabs a bottle of water. My lips part like a thirsty bitch, watching his throat flex as he swallows. When he’s done, he wipes sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, looking like a fucking god.
Yeah, she's got me there.
For a long time, I thought I was broken. Even though I’m an Omega, I’d never really had any slick, apart from when I first presented. I’ve never been turned on enough to produce any. And I’ve never had a heat because I’ve been on blockers since we came to Widows Peak.
The idea of going through something like that in a house with five other Omegas sounded like hell. And since I had no desire for any Alpha to touch me, I just took the pills. Told myself I’d stop when I found a pack I wanted to be with. It’s been ten years, and that day has never come. Not that there haven't been men who tried to be those lucky Alphas.
Then, for a little while, I thought I might be asexual, but I’ve had sexual desires when I had crushes on boys growing up, back before Mom and Dad died and we were shoved into foster care.
It wasn’t until I started seeing Emmett in a new way that my body began changing.
Now I find myself wanting to do very naughty things in the privacy of my room with him on my mind.
Like right now, for example, watching him like this is pure porn. I will be shoving this into the back of my mind for spank bank material whenever I build up the courage to try masturbating.
Dear god, Lexi. You're a sick, cradle-robbing freak.
I groan out loud, and Silva laughs. “Thinking about him naked again, are you?”
“Shut. Up.” I glare at her again.
“You have fun with whatever this is.” She shakes her head. “I need to head to work.”
“Do you need help with anything?”
“No.” She gives me a stern look. “It’s your night off, so take it off. Stop trying to find things to fill that time with. You’re allowed to think of yourself for once, Lexi.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I wave her off. “I could say the same to you.”
She rolls her eyes, blows me a kiss, and leaves me to ogle the sexy young Omega.
She’s my twin, but she’s always felt more like a big sister. She’s always been the one to take on more than she needs to. I tried my best to be as strong as she was, but for the longest time, I was only on this earth because I knew it would destroy her if I took my own life.
Maybe it was selfish to lean on her so much, but I didn’t have any drive to do it for myself.
Not until we escaped and came here to start over.
It wasn’t easy. Not even close. We took things slow, building and growing Widows Peak one business at a time. We got people from neighboring towns to help.
Before we knew it, it was a fully functioning town. We have just about everything you might need. A grocery store, shops of all kinds, a school, a police station, a mechanic shop, and evena small hospital. We can’t do any major surgeries, but it’s good enough to keep you alive until you can get the help you need.
It’s perfect.
And the best part is the club that the girls and I built. Although now, it’s my sister and I who work there for the most part. The other girls branched off to live their own lives.
Club 21 is where you can go to let loose, be yourself, and unwind. The number one thing you can expect is safety.
At first, we didn’t allow Alphas into the town. None of us were comfortable enough around them. But as the town grew, we knew it wasn’t fair. Not all Alphas are cruel like the ones we encountered.
Still, we vet everyone who comes into our town. Sheriff Syrus makes sure of it.
If you’re an Alpha and you want to live here, you have to prove you can behave. That goes for anyone, really.
