You never could be too hungry in our house.
At the end, there was a local coffee place with a cart, making drinks. I was sure to order my favorite.
A strawberry matcha latte.
Once I was satisfied with my overflowing plate and drink choice, I took a glance at my options for a seat. There weren’t many of us, so we were given a single round table with enough chairs for everyone. Jason had already gone through the line, sitting at one side of the table, so I opted for the other. He might have been in our circle, but the dude sort of got on my nerves.
There wasn’t any real reason for it. Just… something about the guy put me off.
Besides, I wanted to talk to Eva, and I didn't really want him butting into our conversation every five seconds while I tried to gauge why she never messaged me after Halloween.
I blew it.
That was the most reasonable explanation for what was going on, at least. Of course, it was weird that I'd just… you know, watched her get smashed for several days.
It wasn't all roses for me either. She'd thrown me into a rut, smelling like a fucking strawberry matcha milkshake and whimpering for me like that. But we were friends, and I didn’t want to cross the line while she was heat locked. It wasn’t fair, changing our relationship when she was too gone to consent. If we’d been strangers… That’s one thing. Heaps of omegaslovedletting some strange pack pass them around for a few days while the heat hormones were flying high.
Friends though…? It felt like taking advantage of a situation to live out my fantasies with my crush.
So, I kept my hands, mouth, and cock to myself. Acting like support staff more than an alpha until she’d slipped out when her heat broke.
Poor Joon couldn’t walk for a week after my rut finally ended, my omega playing the sacrificial lamb as I worked out several days of temptation on his exhausted body.
Not to brag, it wasn't much of a surprise when he agreed to move in shortly after.
I was thrilled.
Joon was, in all honesty,everythingto me. My mate in every sense of the word, all that was missing was the bond.
And even if he wasn't ready for that now, someday he would be. No matter what Marcus or Cameo thought about it, the impatient fucks could serve to learn a thing or two about relationships.
I just didn’t think it needed to be Joon’s responsibility to teach them.
A baby? What the fuck was Cameo thinking…
My thoughts were interrupted as I looked up from my plate to see Eva standing with her own, my heart leaping into my throat as I watched her consider her options.
Her blue eyes met mine in a clash of ocean and cliffside, and I raised my hand to wave her over, opening my mouth to call for her, when Jason interrupted me.
“Evie, over here,” he called, making the omega's head turn with a bounce of her pink pigtails.
My jaw tightened, smile dropping as she twirled, taking the seat beside him instead of joining me.
Yeah, I'ddefinitelyfuckin’ blown it.
Jason shot me a smug smile and a shrug as if to say ‘sorry not sorry, bro,’that did nothing to improve my mood. If anything, I was even more sour than before.
Fucking annoying. Eva was worth about fifty of Jason, and the idea that she was giving that bottom feeder the time of day really pissed me off.
“So, Evaliscious,” Jason started, entirely without preamble, the moment she'd sat down and taken the first bite of her sandwich.
Jesse nudged my shoulder as they pulled out their chair. "You're starting to smell like a Canadian forest fire," the beta whispered, cutting a look towards Eva and Jason as they sat down. “Deep breath.”
I focused on my plate, willing my traitorous ears to stop listening to their conversation—made entirely impossible by the alpha’s grating voice. The thing just had a way ofcarrying.
“How about we go out tonight?” he suggested, leaning back in his chair with a creak of the plastic back. “There's this sick barcade across town I've been wanting to go to for a while that Jesse told me about.”
Eva choked lightly on her sandwich, working to chew as she covered her mouth with her hand.
