It seems a lot is happening between Alphas and Omegas that I have no idea about. Secrets that run deeper than the township we left behind.
“We have to talk to our parents about her,” Jesse circles back. “They will know how to get information on what’s happening.”
“I thought you were against it.” It seems they all changed their mind right when I decided we don’t need pack after pack knocking at her door.
“When we couldn’t think straight because of her scent, yeah, but things have changed now. We have to tell someone. ”
sixteen
Veda
What do they mean by my scent?
I carefully smell my armpits, scared I’m going to realize I was smelling bad the whole time. No one told me that the postpartum sweats were worse than when I was actually pregnant, but I thought I was handling it well.
They finish their secret meeting and walk away, but I remain crouched beside the window, as if I could understand the situation better by just staring at the spot they just left.
It was Major’s laugh that made me look. I’m here, angry at him, while he's out there laughing and carefree. Before I thought better of it, I crouched by the window to eavesdrop.
Something about the way I smell doesn’t let them think, which is the most horrifying thing I’ve heard in my life. I stand up from my crouch, checking my armpits once again just to be sure. When I’m convinced that I don’t need another shower, I drag myself to bed, but it takes me a while to fall asleep. Damn, those cowboys and their sensitive noses. I’ve never been so uncomfortable in my life.
When I finally fall asleep, I keep having dreams that they have to tell me to wash myself.
The dream is vivid when I’m up, so I hop in the shower before they actually have to tell me. It’s not enough to scrub my armpits and between my breasts, the spots I sweat the most, ten times. I still make my way to the kitchen with warm cheeks, scared that they can scent me.
It doesn’t help that Jesse turns to look at me before I make myself known.
“Oh, good morning, sweetheart.”
The warmth in his tone relaxes my shoulders a little, but it’s short-lived when I see Major’s eyes on me. They are all here. Major sits at the end of the table, with Derrick by his side. The brothers look so alike, yet the differences overtake their similarities. Major is brooding and quiet, and his eyes follow my movements as if he wants to punish me. Derrick is easygoing, with eyes full of mischief and a smirk that could melt my panties. Not that I’m allowing that to happen.Absolutely not.
Not when I’m fucking rancid.
“Good morning,” I say quietly as I find a place to sit across the table from the confusing brothers.
“Here you go.” Jesse places a plate with toast and butter, along with a cup of coffee.
It’s a simple breakfast, but Jesse managed to use every pot and utensil in the house. I don’t say anything. I’m always grateful for food.
“Thank you.” I take a bite from the toast before I realize what this means. The delicious taste hits my tongue, but the implication sours it all. “You went to Willow Ridge this morning?”
He smiles easily and starts plating the bacon. “I wanted to make sure you had something first thing in the morning.”
It’s a cute gesture, but I’m not fooled by it. It means that Major got his wish, and I can’t go anywhere without their say. I grew up with a controlling father figure, and this feels like home in a way I don’t like one bit. I swallow the hurt with my toast. I learned to mask it all a long time ago.
“Come on a trip with us.”
The coffee is halfway to my lips when Major speaks. It’s not a question, but his eyes shine as he waits for me to say something. I drink a sip to buy time, and all the way, his eyes don’t leave me.
“What kind of trip?”
Jesse loads my plate with bacon without even asking. I chuckle, but I don’t refuse it.
“To our folks’ home.”
Alarm bells ring inside my head as I remember their conversation last night about telling their parents. I was so insulted by the smell remark that I forgot about everything else. I move the bacon around on my plate, keeping my eyes down. I’m scared he can tell I was eavesdropping just by looking at me.
“Is it far?”
