And they knew I was being courted—which, predictably, freaked them out too.
Now, I needed to tell them I’d moved into the pack’s house, which would really freak them out.
To be fair, my mom had been a lot more supportive than my dad. She was curious and happy to listen to me talk away about each of my guys. I was excited to see what she thought when she finally met them.
My dad, on the other hand, was very distrustful of the whole thing. He had no consideration for how different my omega drives were compared to his beta needs, and thought I should be ignoring all this stuff. It was ironic that I firstagreed with him when I found out about my status, but now the thought of rejecting my pack was insanity.
I dialed their number and waited for the phone to pick up.
“Hello? Ivy?” My mom answered.
“Hi mom! How are you doing?” I replied, happy to hear her voice.
“Hi sweety! We’re doing well over here! How are you doing? How’s the omega stuff going?” she asked.
“I’m doing well. The omega ‘stuff’ is going well too!” I softly laughed at her use of terminology. “I have some news to share.”
“What is it, dear? Is this about your upcoming show?”
“No, not quite. Remember how I said I was spending more and more time with my pack—the Arco pack?”
“Yes…and how’s that going?” she hesitantly asked.
“Very good…I’ve moved in with them,” I blurted out. Might as well rip the band-aid off quickly.
“You’ve moved in with them? Like in their house?”
“Yes, I’ve got my own suite, and you should see this property—it’s absolutely gorgeous. We’ve been having so much fun together here as well. I love being with them.”
“When did this move happen?” she asked cautiously.
“This past weekend. I just couldn’t keep fighting my omega urge to be with them.”
“That’s really fast, Ivy. You’re going to give your father a heart attack when he hears.” My mom’s voice sounded predictably concerned.
“I thought so too, but my doctor says this is perfectly normal for scent-matched omega packs. We tend to cohabitate quickly. We’re going to go shopping later this week to decorate my room and the nest.”
“The nest? Right, that’s the room where you…”
“We don’t have to talk about the nest.”
“But you are now active with each of them?”
“We don’t need to talk about that either,” I laughed as embarrassment set in. I would not be talking about my sex life with my mom. A knock on the door pulled my attention. Carrying my phone, I opened the door, finding Preston on the other side.
“Dinner’s almost ready…oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know…” Preston said, glancing at the phone to my ear.
“Which one is that?” My mom asked as I grabbed Preston’s wrist and pulled him inside my room, putting my phone on speaker.
“Mom, this is Preston. He’s the packmate I perform with. Preston, this is my mom,” I said, introducing them.
“Hello, Mrs. Turin. It’s lovely to make your acquaintance,” Preston said, straightening up and turning red. I could see a look of panic in his eyes.
“Preston, hello. Are you treating my daughter well?” My mom asked with a tone a tad more serious than joking.
“As well as I can,” he replied as he gently rubbed my back. “We all love your daughter very much, and are so thrilled she has…” He looked at me with more panic in his eyes.
“I told her I’m living here,” I reassured him.
