To anyone listening, it sounded like a harmless question, a check in between friends. But I could sense the underlying meaning.
Are you okay after my pack fucked you into oblivion?
“Fine,” I said, willing my smile to stay relaxed and friendly. “How've you been? You haven't been to game night in forever.”
I tried to keep my voice light and failed, a bratty petulance I hardly recognized coloring my words. Our friend group usuallyplayed games offline once a week, but Indigo had missed every session since the Packtacular.
It kinda pissed me off. It wasn't like I was obsessed with the alpha or something—they didn't need to avoid me just because they'd seen me in heat.
“Good," Indi said, fidgeting with the chain attached to their belt absently. “Joon's just got settled from the move.”
I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to keep my face neutral.
When we met up, Joon had said he was with abunchof alphas, and it was clear that they were his pack, orpotentialpack after… everything. But I still couldn’t help the jealousy, my smile tightening with irritation.
Stupid, I didn't have any claim to this pack that'd fucked me once… but… much like with Indigo… I couldn't stop thinking about them.
“That’s nice,” I managed, the flatness in my voice betraying that I thought it was anything but.
I was happy for Joon, really. But… still. If he'd moved in, that was kind of it, right? Bonds were on the horizon, and what use did a pack have for two omegas? Never mind what use the omega himself would have for me, but that was another thing altogether.
Crushing on Indigo was one thing.
Lusting over the masked alphas that’d fucked me so good I’d had to order new, bigger toys just to even graze the same level of satisfaction was one, too…
But catching feelings for Joon?
That I hadn’t expected.
The door to the side opened, and someone walked in. “Hey guys, we’re gonna start in a moment. If you want to get logged in…”
Relief flooded me as I turned away from Indigo to focus on my screen, glad to have an excuse to avoid pretending to be happy for him and his pack.
It wasn't long before we were loading into the game.
But my excitement about the new map quickly turned to dread once I realized what we'd been dropped into.
A haunted carnival.
For fucks sake.
The new map was,in a word,fucking outstanding.
Except for one teeny, tiny, little detail, the entire time that I was trying to help my team get the generator running long enough to open the gate and escape—I was lost in thoughts about Eva.
Eva, Eva, Eva,Eva.
Eva’s perfect pink pussy swallowing my omega on the dirty floor of the mirror maze. Eva’s lips as she looked longingly into my eyes to beg me for attention that I was desperate to give her. Eva’s eyes full of tears while she took Marcus and Cameo together back at Omega’s Lust.
Eva, who Istillcouldn’t manage to get the courage to text after all that.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
It didn't help that she was playing Brit, either. The short skirt of her 3D animated self was a replica of the one I'd seen bunched around her waist while my omega's cock was stuffed inside of her, their lips locked together as he filled her with cum.
I gave my head a shake, trying to dislodge the memories I’d been ignoring as I entered the brightly lit lunch room, the gaming session finally on break. They'd really gone all out for catering. I knew this office always offered a great snack selection from the handful of times I'd visited in the past, but this was a step above. Today, Freespire had a local restaurant bringing in a buffet of options that had my mouth watering nearly as much as the sweet-smelling omega I’d chosen to sit next to all morning. Salads, sandwiches with every kind of filling or bread you could imagine, and several plates of cookies and dessert squares waited for us in foil trays. I grabbed a plate and loaded it up, wanting to try a bit of everything.
That was the joy of being an alpha: a big appetite. Especially when my packmate was a Michelin-starred chef.
