I didn’t have many bullets left, but I didn’t need them. Just one hit would be enough.
“You’re so fucking dead,” I laughed, about to drain the last of the Killer’s life points, forcing them to wait ten seconds to heal.
It was more than enough for us to finish this, the time he’d spend waiting to be able to move again would be invaluable, game wi?—
“AH!!! FUCK!!” Jesse screamed in my ear, making me jump so hard that my shot went wide.
I groaned, slamming my mouse down in frustration. “Jess, you fucking scaredy cat! Get it together! Do you have any bullets you can drop me?”
“Sorry—sorry!” The panicked clicking and clacking of keys through Jesse’s hot microphone, along with their muttered cursing, told me that he’d been standing there as the killer rounded the corner. “I just can’t seem to—AH! Leave me alone, you ugly bitch! What is wrong with you!? I'm just a little guy!"
“You said you wanted to play, weenie!” I sighed, regretting for the millionth time using the limited time we had to game together on something that Jesse wasn't only terrible at, but genuinely found terrifying.
Jesse screamed again, and I pulled my headphone away from my ear before using our call window to lower his volume.
“I just wanted to play anything with you! You never show up to Tuesday night free play anymore. It’s fine—I’m fine!FUCK!" The warning for a teammate elimination flashed at the top of the screen just as they finished talking, sounding defeated and relieved at the same time. "I died!”
“Yeah, because I don’t want to make Eva uncomfortable…” I mumbled.
If you'd asked me a couple of days ago why I was avoiding everyone, I probably would've brought up Halloween.
Butnow?
The hurt in her eyes as I caught her wrist, asking her to stop, loomed too fresh in my memory.
I'd done the right thing, of course. It wasn't typical for alphas to pursue more than one omega at once, and even if we'd alreadysort of hooked up before… It just didn't feel right to go ahead without first talking to Joon. I was serious about him, and even if the omega didn't see himself packing up and forming a bond with us…
I did. And that was enough for me.
But Eva? I understood why she was upset, even if my reasons were above board. Being rejected by an alpha, especially one that was an obvious scent match, hurt. As much as I was a slave to hindbrain sometimes, so was she, and when I factored in the alcohol…
I needed to apologize. To explain myself.
If I could just work up the courage to send her a message, I would. But that was a feat I'd deemed impossible long before I knew what she looked like trembling around my omega's cock or covered in Marcus' cum.
“You won’t,” Jesse assured, a little too quietly now that I’d fiddled with my settings, and he was done screaming.
I busied myself with trying to find some more bullets. There wasn’t much time on the clock now, so the chances of winning were getting pretty slim, but I was too competitive not to try.
“Jesse…” We’d had this same conversation a lot over the last few months. Ever since I’d watched my entire pack fuck the life out of Eva during her heat. We'd made a lot of promises before taking her back to Omega's Lust, but the time it took for us to get her safely checked into the heat facility was enough for me to get a grip. Make some decisions about my boundaries.
Maybe I'd fucked my chances in the process, but… I liked Eva. I didn't want the first time I touched her to have an audience. I enjoyed exhibitionism as much as the next guy, but some things were meant to be between alpha and omega alone.
A decision I stood by, especially now that I could recall the sweet, earthy taste of her kiss. The way her hands caressed my skin as I pulled her flush against my body in that bathroom.
“She asks about you,” Jesse said, making me pause—and get stabbed in the back. I’d been so focused on the beta that I hadn’t heard the footsteps behind me, watching as my HP steadily tracked down towards zero.
“Fuck!”
“Shouldn’t that be a good thing?”
“Not Eva, Jesse. I died,” I huffed, leaning back in my seat and scrubbing a hand along the back of my neck. “I just… I didn’t want any of it to go down like that. And now I’m pretty sure I blew my chance. Besides, I’m with Joon, and he’s made it pretty clear that sharing is like… complicated for him.”
“Uh-huh,” Jesse said non-committally. “How many excuses have you come up with to avoid reaching out to her, weenie?”
“Would you cram it?—”
“It’s about time right now. Why not just hop on the call for a minute? If it sucks, we can bail, and I’ll play as much of this with you as you want.”
