Logan didn’t know what he was in for. Because there was no wrath quite like an auntie when you’d wronged her favorite.
Chapter Two
Kai
Friday
“Wake up, we need to get going,” a voice said as something hit me in the face.
Groaning, my eyes cracked open as sunlight flooded me. Auntie Kiki threw open the curtains.
Last night after dinner, she, my uncles, and some cousins had made very quick work of moving all of my things out of my apartment and into her guestroom. She’d also had me removed from our campus lease–I wouldn’t get a refund, but I wouldn’t be held responsible for our place, and if a single room opened up my payment wouldtransfer over.
Logan had been taken off my phone plan, my car insurance, and some of the streaming services, which I paid for. I removed myself from the others.
Given that his car was actually in my name, my cousins moved it to Auntie’s. They were also going to change the locks on the car, so he couldn’t use his keys and take it.
We’d filed fraud charges with the bank too. One of my cousins had snooped on Logan’s laptop and found the entire plan for leaving me off the trip. Which included Logan telling Drea he made a withdrawal from my account so that she could have a good time. My cousin had gotten receipts.
This had beenplanned.My boyfriend and our friends had orchestrated this.
“What are you doing?” I moaned, putting my pillow over my face. “Aren’t you leaving for Nashville?”
“Weare leaving for Nashville. Do you think I’m leaving you here to wallow? There’s a doctor convention at the hotel. We’ll find you new alphas. Better ones.” Auntie opened my suitcase for Bali and started going through it.
“Money isn’t everything.” I sighed. Go to Nashville on the auntie trip? Not sure I was up for that.
“It’s not.Earning potentialis. Because gainful employment leads to stability. You want a stable alpha. Kinesiology is not earning potential,” she replied. “There’s lots of good professions. Dentist. Lawyer. Investment Banker. Billionaire. Philanthropist. Acupuncturists.”
Sighing at her antics, I sat up and realized she was repacking my suitcase.
“But it is. Kinesiology is what you study in undergrad when you want to be a physical therapist. You need a doctorate for that.” I put thepillow back over my head.
“Is that how he met her? Did he physical her therapist?” She held up a T-shirt of mine. “You might be a non-binary, bi-sexual, disaster, but do you have to dress like you were assigned trash panda at birth? How are you going to find a new alpha?”
It might sound mean, but it wasn’t. Auntie was very supportive of my life choices and would beat anyone who wasn’t with a slipper. She even helped me legally change my name to Kai and coached me how to tell my parents I was non-binary, bi, and that the two of those things could co-exist.
“I don’t need a new alpha and Iwasassigned trash panda at birth, thank you very much. I even have a T-shirt that says so.” I removed the pillow from my face as she held up a bathing suit and put it in a pile.
While I often dressed more femme, I’d rather get extra sleep than fuss about my appearance. Some days I just dressed like a preteen boy at summer camp, and I was okay with that. Also, I was in the field a lot, for the conservation research I was doing at the fish ponds. Why dress up?
“Also, you’ve met my mom. Being a disaster is genetic,” I added, remembering my mother. My heart twisted. If she was still alive, Logan would be a dead man. She might have been an omega disaster, but she was fierce when it came to my brother and me.
“You’re an omega. While you don’t need to rush, you're going to need an alpha eventually,” she added.
Unlike a lot of my relatives, she wasn’t constantly asking me when I was going to pack up and have babies. She encouraged me to finish my degree, earn my own money,and choose alphas that would give me a good life and support my dreams.
I’d thought I had one. I’d been wrong.
“Don’t remind me. Is it a nice hotel?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“Very. You can get a massage, a facial, and a pedicure. I’ll buy you new clothes and cover everything.” Wrinkling her nose, she put something else in a pile.
Hmmm. Was traveling with four nosey, Asian aunties who’d spend the whole time trying to set me up worth a free vacation?
However, they knew how to live it up. Every year they went on a trip together to Nashville, to country line dance, listen to country music, eat in nice restaurants, go to the spa, and shop.
Why not? Given I was newly single, and not going to Bali, I should do something.
