“Princess,” Waffle says the word with a low growl that has my thighs clenching together. “What’s wrong?”
Licking my lips, my heart races. I’ve opened up to them before, confessing when I’ve had a bad day without going into details. Or sharing vague updates on exciting things that would happen.
“I’m kind of stressing out.”
“Why?” Waffle asks.
“Life,” I sigh heavily.
“Are you okay?” Grim sounds concerned. That makes my heart a little too happy.
“I’m okay. I’m healthy. Not in any danger. Just...”
“What?” Waffle urges.
“I need to find a job. A way to make money quickly, you know? I’ve applied to so many jobs, but nothing has worked out.”
“What was your job before?” Waffle asks. “Maybe we can help look up some job listings. Where do you live?” Grim asks.
My heart stops as shock crosses my face. I freeze.What the fuck do I say?
“Ah, never really had a job that stuck.” I groan. “I’m not exactly the most coordinated person. I’ve broken so much glassware and dropped so much food, it’s embarrassing toadmit. So, something in the serving industry isn’t really the best option for me,” I answer, avoiding answering the question of where I live.
“Really?” Waffle chuckles. “Your accuracy is insane when we play. It’s hard to believe it’s not the same way in real life.”
“Yeah,” I laugh nervously. “I guess real life is full of surprises.”
“Okay, so nothing in the service industry. What about cleaning? Can you do that?” Waffle asks.
We go back and forth for a good thirty minutes, and I quickly realize I’m fucking useless.
Embarrassment emanates from me as I come to terms with the fact that I’m not ready for the real world.
At this point, maybe finding a pack to take care of me is the best option. I’m tempted to ask them to take pity on me and save me from the shit show I’ve put myself in.
I’ve spent years not wanting to live the lifestyle my mother has, the kind I grew up in. Yet, I took the money that was given to me, thinking I could buy myself time to become completely independent.
I was foolish to think it was that simple. A naive girl who didn’t have a grasp on the real world. Why the hell did Cecilia keep me around for so long?
Don’t be so hard on yourself, Addie. You’re still young, and it’s okay to make mistakes. You’re still growing. You have useful qualities! You’re kind and caring, you give everything you do in life your best, even if it doesn't always work out.
“It’s useless! I’m hopeless. Maybe I should just do what my mother wants and find a pack to take care of me.”
The chat goes quiet. Too quiet. I check the screen, and they’re still here.
“What do you mean?” Waffle asks. “Why would you need to find a pack? If you wanted one, wouldn’t you have found one by now?” Why does he sound panicked?
“Yeah. You don’t need some Alphas to come save you. You’rePastelPrincess. A badass Omega. You got this. We’ll find you something. No need to jump into something so rash.”
I can’t hold back my smile.Is it just me and my delusion over these guys, or do they sound like they dislike the idea of me being in a relationship? Does that mean they feel something for me? Something more than just friends?
“What do you think, Death?” Grim asks. “You’ve been pretty quiet.”
Right. I almost forgot about him. I hate that he doesn’t have his mic. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard his voice, and I miss it.
FatalDe@thWish: You’re good at gaming. Do something with that.
“Oh shit!” Waffle laughs. “Why the hell didn’t we think of that?”
