“Dark chocolate gives me migraines,” Eva said with a little wrinkle in her nose.
“You talked about… allergies? Preferences?” I said with a stupid blink.
"On our date, yeah." Eva nodded with a slight pink tinge to her cheeks.
Of course, it was on theirdate. That’s what people did ondates. Talked. Got to know eachother. Found real reasons to have a relationship. Put in even a crumb of effort with the omega they were supposed to be courting.
We'venevergone on adate! He never even fuckingasked.
"How nice for you," I snapped, not bothering to keep the attitude out of my voice.
My eyes were focused on my dessert, but I could feel the gaze of both of them hot on either side of my head.
Eva and me ate in tense silence, but I didn't really care.
My thoughts were in a spiral. What madethemclick so easily? When I first started coming around, Marcus didn't want anything to do with me. He barelyspoketo me for months, pretending I was a piece of furniture instead of a person.
Instead of a potential omega for his pack.
It wasn't until I put something back wrong in the pantry that he’d acknowledged me at all. Since then, I’d managed to scrape together a handful of nice moments with him… but it still wasn’t like this.
Eva waltzed in and became the center of attention so effortlessly, it made me feel like I was yesterday’s news. Sure, she was going to have their baby, and it was obvious they were all interested, but where did that leaveme? Most packs had no interest in having two omegas. If she decided she wanted to stay, or hell, wanted a bond, and she had their kid, I was as good asgone. And the relationships that I’d built with my three alphas were gone too.
"Can you pass me a napkin?" Eva asked, nodding to the holder sat out of her reach.
"Why don't you askMarcus?" I hissed. I didn’t even mean to, but I was just so frustrated it came out.
"Do you have to be like this all the time?” Marcus drawled with an irritated sigh. “Even with guests?"
I looked up at him. All the playfulness and warmth was gone. That annoyed, and slightly contemptuous look that I was used to returning like a bad smell.
Ofcourse, he took her side. This was just the beginning. They didn't need me, and it was only a matter of time before I was kicked to the curb and my nest was repainted in pastels to suit the pack’s new trophy.
"I guess I do," I said sharply. I pushing my dish away as I awkwardly scooted the rest of the way around the breakfast nook to finally get out.
"Joon, what's wrong?" Eva asked, sucking her spoon.
What was wrong?Everything. But she wouldn't see it it that way. Why would she? She was getting it all, everything I ever wanted, so?—
Whoa. Hold on there Joon. When did I become so sure that this was my pack?
"Nothing, I'm going to my room. Wouldn't want to interruptpacktime."
Before either of them could say anything else, I was stomping up the stairs.
Indi passed me on the landing. "Hey there, butterfly, you look a little?—”
"I’m fine," I snapped, continuing on until I reached my nest, slamming the door between us and flopping face down into the plush cushions.
I should’ve felt better, surrounded by all of my beautiful things. But as I rearranged the cushions, I found that I only felt more and more irritable.
Everything smelled like my pack. Which meant nothing felt like it was mine.
Fucking great.
Joon'sheavy footfalls on the stairs lasted longer than the sight of his back as the omega stormed away, leaving Marcus and me in awkward silence.
Anxiety clawed at my stomach, and I fought the urge to fidget with my hair.
