“Let’s go get it.” He says, stepping toward the back, and I grab his arm, nervous again.
“Is it okay? It’s messy–”
“Why wouldn’t it be okay?” His question makes me freeze. I scrunch my eyebrows as memories try to break free into my mind, but I hold them back. I look at him, I’m sure my eyes are windows to how I’m feeling.
Tears strain against my eyes as I stare at my gentle giant.
“Don’t waste your time with these silly crafts."
“Ask me about that sewing machine one more time.”
“You don’t need to busy yourself with this shit; you are an omega.”
Their voices swarm in my head through the crack in my shield, and I nearly break down in front of Havoc again. My parents, Jackson, Derrick, and Mayfield, all thought quilting was a waste of time.How many blankets do you need? Omegas can’t run businesses.
They said it so often that it plays like a record in my mind, and sometimes I forget to block out the noise. Sometimes I’m not strong enough.
“It takes up too much space.” My voice is shaky as the words come out. I stare at him like he is my lifeline, and in this moment, he kind of is. I need him; I need him to prove the voices wrong.
“I have an empty bench in the shed if you’re worried about the house, though the guys won’t mind, I know that for sure.”
“What if you need that space?”
“I won’t; I never do.”
“But what if?”
“Then I’ll buy a new bench.”
“You’ll buy a whole new bench?” I scoff. He just… he just says all the right things, and it feels so impossible.
“I’ll buy a whole new bench.” He shrugs, but I can tell he sees me. See what I need from him, my alpha.Oh my, Havoc is perfect.I sniffle as I crash myself into hisarms. He gently sets down my bag as I cry into his nice shirt.
“Oh, I’m so?—“
“No,” he stops me, rubbing my back as I grasp him, like he might slip from my fingers. “No need to be sorry. Not to me, sweetheart.”
I can’t hold back anymore. I lean up and meet his lips with mine. His soft lips devour mine as I push all the pent-up emotions into him through our kiss. Connection means everything to me right now. He wraps his arms around me, lifting me so that I can reach him better. Our tongues fight a suave battle that I could play forever. I can’t break from this moment of peace that gives me, and I’m so grateful I don’t have to do this alone.
I’m not alone anymore.
“Okay,” I sigh, breathless as I break our kiss. “We should go.” I nuzzle my face into his shirt, inhaling the faint whiffs of his white chocolate scent. With my humidifiers on, I can only get a taste because I’m pressed up against his chest.
“We can stay right here,” he says, his arms firmly wrapped around me. My omega purrs in bliss as I cuddle him, and I swear, if I had known this is what my life would be, I would have left Ohio way before I did.
What if I’d never met the Fallon Pack? What if I had left my parents’ clutches sooner? Could I have had this? Them? The Gray Pack?
“Is this a love motel or a shop?” The bell rings above the door, and chills cover my skin as I try to peek around Havoc to see the face I know is attached to that voice.
Havoc doesn’t let go; in fact, I feel his body tense a smidge under mine. He stares at the man in my doorway. My eyes land on green dark eyes and blond hair, and instantly want to throw up or kneel, both, if I’m honest.
Mayfield Fallon stands in my shop three states over and is smiling like he’s hit the lotto.
With labored breathing, I search for safety. Daylight is good. People are walking the streets getting amped up for the game, and he wouldn’t do anything in public. Not without Jackson and Derrick behind him.
Havoc. My eyes clash with his, and his warm brown eyes ground me.
I have my alpha. As much as I hate to put Havoc in danger, this 6’4 alpha is pure muscle.
