I lean up, checking around my pillow chair for my pants. I don’t remember Darius taking them, but they’re not anywhere. I’m wondering whether I could dart around the backdoor and grab some out my bag before every conceivable thought disappears as the three of them come out of the house.
Dressed to the fucking nines. Barefoot. Black open neck shirts. Dark black jeans. Scenting up a goddamn storm.
“Jesus-fucking-Christ,” I hiss, sinking further into the plush pseudo nest they made, completely boneless. Embarrassingly so. Happily, too.
Every step they take, the air bears down around me, full of their commanding Alpha presence. They are being loud and clear as to who they are, and who I am.
I keen and snap my mouth shut. I’m a mess of anticipation and want, completely at their mercy. I worry I’ve made a fool out of myself as I respond so easily to them, a sign of weakness, yet they’re looking at me like I’ve got the keys to the kingdom.
And where I thought Darius and Kai’s scent was strong before, now it’s so much more. The three of them make the night feel thick and warm, like we’re in the middle of summer about to have a tropical storm. Ramses’ scent is overwhelming, the look on his face is so serious and he watches me. He watches me so closely too. There’s no mistaking he’s leading them on in this unexpected charge, surging past niceties to make it glaringly clear that I belong with them.
But I already knew that. And I figured they did too. Maybe not. Now though, now I know we’re moving past those early moments where an interest can burn away, and no one would be offended or upset. Not anymore.
Darius takes a step out of line and gives a showy snap of a blanket, laying it over my lap, helping me to sit up straighter. He spins away and plonks his butt down on a cushion opposite me.
We talk without words, my eyebrows flying up in question, and he answers with an over-exaggerated scowl, letting me know one of his brothers demanded they get a chance too.
Kai detours to the cooler. “Drinks?” Though his attention is on me. I can feel his swooping happiness.
I nod, still unable to talk, still taking them and the moment in.
Ramses stops in front of me. His eyes are almost iridescent, and he looks wound up. His anxiety becomes something I can literally feel, like getting unexpectedly hit in the chest. It doesn’t hurt, but you can’t ignore it either.
He clears his throat, and I suspect he knows his mood is affecting me. “Are you okay if I get a plate for you?”
“Yeah, of course. But I can do it too,” I offer, going to climb out of my cosy papasan haven until I remember I can’t. I look up, my eyes going wide, wondering how I get out of this mess.
“Don’t worry, little moon,” Darius fake whispers back, “I already know Kai’s dipped his fingers in your pussy. Ram’s getting caught up in things that don’t matter while trying to focus on showing you how special you are. How much we want you to be our Omega and join our pack.”
“Should I be worried?” I ask. My voice wavers and sounds overly breathy as Ramses anxiety keeps feeding mine.
“No,” Ramses answers.
And one word should not have such an instant impact. But it does. I feel relief, and a little surprised that Ramses answered. I thought it would be Darius.
“Darius is being a shit stirrer. There’s a few things we need to sort out but that’s standard when people pack. It’s to be expected. But the rest is so fucking perfect it’s taking me a little bit to get used to,” Ramses says, and I get that sense once again of his natural born ability to lead and take command of the situation.
“I get that,” I say quietly. “It’s all overwhelming. Good overwhelming though.”
I’m pretty sure overwhelming is the most underwhelming way of describing what’s going on between us. We barely know each other, but I know me. The longer I spend with them the more parts of me settle into place or change slightly. Without thinking too hard on things, small plans or goals are realigning naturally. Work seems less important, even my Scorned Girls haven’t been on my mind as often. Once upon a time that shift of thoughts would have sent me spiralling, but not now.
I don’t think I can properly articulate how it feels being surrounded by Alphas who knowingly or unknowingly keep encouraging my Omega side to become more pronounced. Or maybe it’s better to say they’re letting me be a truer version of myself.
It’s impossible to ignore that I am an Omega, but for the longest time, it felt like it was a curse until the way these Alphas came along and made me feel like it’s a blessing.
And it’s not raging lust driving the connection. In part it is, but it’s deeper, in a more spiritual sense. I’m awash with contentment and a newer confidence that is enticing me out of my comfort zone. I find it hard to properly describe what’s going on inside my thoughts, but what I do know is that I had no concept of how special it would be when I found my Alphas.
I look up and they’re staring at me, unanswered questions hanging between us. “I’m good.”
They relax. And I feel them respond like you would a physical touch.
“So, rohi, drink?” Kai asks again. Bringing the moment back to us being together, enjoying a beautiful dinner. Because that’s pretty fucking special too. No one has ever gone to such effort.
“Yeah, that would be great, thank you. Maybe no alcohol.”
“No?” Ramses asks as he kneels in front of me, busying himself with getting some food on a plate.
I watch the way he moves and concentrates as I answer. “I probably need to start paying attention to my cycle.”
