"I dunno," I chimed in. "He's been doing better with dealing with stuff, hasn't he? A whole day alone with Eva... I don't think he would've been able to do that a few weeks ago."
"Well, he likes her. That much is obvious." Joon took the popcorn and drink offered to him by Marcus, leaning up for another kiss. "Thank you, alpha."
It wasn't the kiss that bothered me, at least not this time. The honorific, alpha, on Joon's tongue, directed at someone else, though? That took the air right out of my lungs.
Marcus grinned down at Joon lazily, moving to kiss the omega's nose, and all I could smell was smoke, my scent souring with a mix of jealousy and frustration.
Before I could say something that I'd regret, I turned away from them, my voice coming out all tinny and unnatural to my ears.
"I'm gonna go find our seats."
Cameo hadto be the most pigheaded, annoying alpha in the whole entire world.
How didn’t he get that I wantedhimlast night and he just fucking… abandoned me? Disappeared like he had better things to do than deal with a crybaby omega for another minute.
And thebugs! How was a guy like that supposed to be a reasonable father to our baby? What was he going to do, bring them out to collect slugs to keep in his freaky, weirdo jars?
No, no! Absolutely not!
I wouldn’t stand for it.
Okay, maybe I was focusing on the wrong thing a little, but that didn’t really matter. What mattered was that he was being a pigheaded asshole and I wasn’t going to listen to a single second more of it. If he wanted to sulk in the garage like a weirdo, fine!
Go play with yourtooland leave me the fuck out of it.
I don’t need you, anyway!
Dick.
I thumbed through the VHS tapes on the shelf in Marcus’ room, considering my options. For the most part, his collection was made up of horror movies, though, every so often, I’d be surprised by the odd romance film.
Titanic really didn’t seem like his kind of thing, but maybe he had some deep seated fear of open water that I wasn’t aware of.
Though I was tempted, I didn’t reach for the alpha in our bond. He had a lot to work through when it came to Joon and Indigo, and he deserved the time to do it without me meddling. Besides, I’d get my fill with him later.
And, for the time being, I had his big comfy bed to wait for him to get home in.
Deciding that now was as good a time as any to watch a three-hour and fourteen-minute movie about a poor alpha trying to romance an omega well out of his tax bracket, I pulled the double case down. It wasn't like I had any other plans for the day, not unless Cameo magically decided to develop some manners and apologize.
I shoved the tape into the player and turned on the TV to let the previews play. That tell-tale crackle that I always associated with old movies permeated the air, the announcer reminding me that I wouldn’t download a car—wrong, if my time playing the Zims told me anything, I would use the fuck out of being able to download anything I wanted. Or infinite money.
Rosebud.
Motherlode.
Rosebud again for good measure.
And yeah, I’d download a boat if I could. Though, I guessed I really did need to get a new car sooner rather than later.
Ugh. Not only had this creep destroyed my apartment… But it had to be the same person who’d murdered Dorothy, too.
Before, buying a new car was going to be inconvenient, but now that I couldn’t stream to a big part of my audience… It was going to be way,wayharder.
Even if the clips from the stream had gone viral and I’d seen a bump in subscribers to my SLCK’d account, it wouldn’t have totally solved the issue. It did help a little bit though, or it would, if I had a setup to stream with at all.
Fuck.
Feeling a little helpless, and way more than a little sorry for myself, I headed into the walk-in closet, digging around Marcus’ well-organized drawers until I found a black T-shirt to pull on over my pajamas. Caramelized sugar and cream enveloped me instantly, and I climbed into the alpha’s bed, cuddling under the blankets until I was totally engulfed in my mate’s comforting scent.
