“No,” I said sternly, “Regardless of whateveromegaissues you are having right now, that is not an acceptable way to speak to me.”
“An acceptable way to speak toyou? Cameo, you neverlisten!”
“How can I do anything else if all you do is shout and whine!?”
She closed the pocket knife with a click and replaced it into her pocket, the silence between us almost worse than the hideous sound of her snorting her snotty nose.
A thought that I realized, nearly immediately, was the stupidest one I’d ever had, when Eva positively started screeching with tears.
“Stupid slutty crybaby cock whore Eva! Right! I get it!”
I blinked, staring at her open-mouthed for a few moments. My heart rate had elevated, a low whine in my ears making it hard to focus.
It was just… too much.
“I—Eva, I can’t talk to you when you are like this. I’m going to the garage until you… cool down.”
“D-don’t come back until y-y-you’re ready to apologize!” she shouted, but I was already moving out the door of my office and down the hall to the kitchen, the back door in my sights.
If this was pregnancy-related hysteria, I had no idea how I was going to deal with it for nine months.
Maybe Indigo would know what to do…
Once the door shut between us, I could finally breathe deeply again.
I unlocked the garage, stepping inside and turning on the light with a sigh of relief at the pressing silence.
Obviously, I couldn’t hide out here forever. Eva would eventually self-regulate and I’d be able to have a reasonable, adult conversation with her. Tell her how I really felt.
Probably.
Maybe.
I’d just… tidy up for a bit. Fix one mess and then go inside to fix the other.
Once my ears stopped ringing.
The driveover to the movie theater was pretty fucking awkward, which was mostly my fault. I just… couldn’t bring myself to joke around with Marcus the way I would’ve before. And knowing I was technically the one more in the wrong wasn’t helping at all.
Even if Joon was the one to bite him and not the other way around, I was still having a hard time letting go of my feelings about it.
Not to mention how I reacted… I wasn’t proud of touching Marcus’ stuff like that at all. And I wasn’t entirely sure what the best way to apologize was.
Then there was the Joon of it all. Even though Joon and I had made up, things with Marcus were still weird. And it was clear that both of us were feeling it.
On one hand, I knew I needed to apologize. The only way that things were going to be right between us was by sticking to what I'd said to Joon, that ultimately it didn't matter who had bonded him first. He was still my omega. Marcus was still my packmate.But that was easier said than done when I was watching the pair of them hold hands.
I'd never really thought of myself as the jealous alpha stereotype, but now that I was faced with it, there was no getting around that it was the case.
I sighed, trailing behind the two of them on the way from the parking lot into the busy theater.
When we'd first booked these tickets, I'd been so excited to come. Screech was way too old for me to have seen it in theaters when it'd originally been released, but it'd become a cult classic in the film community. The first piece of horror media to mix humor and scares with so much finesse it was hard to tell if you were watching a comedy or horror half the time. Plus, getting to listen to a panel of the cast and crew that'd worked on the film? It was basically Marcus heaven. And I loved when Marcus was happy, so...
Why was this so fucking hard?
Joon grinned as Marcus got the door for him, leaning for a quick kiss as the omega passed.
My jaw tightened, but I didn't say anything. Committed to trying to get over myself so we could all enjoy this time together, even if it was hard.
