My life is a constant internal battle. Doesn’t matter if it's a simple thought or something that requires some extra input from my pack.
I always think through how anything I do might affect them. Never with anyone else. Everyone aside from me and my pack can fuck off. Except for my men’s families.
The only family we aren't all that close with is Silas', and that's mainly because they live across the country. We love Montana so being unwilling to move to the East Coast for them has become a bit of a sore spot.
Having Kade and Jarek's parents only six hours away is another reason to stay. I love how their two origin families are friends; it makes holidays really fucking fun. Unless I'm struggling...but those times are few and far between when the families come to visit.
I feel bad that they always come to us, but their unending support of my differences and struggles makes me all warm and gooey. Especially considering my parents packed my bags the moment they met my scent matches. Pretty sure I heard my omega mother saythank fuckbefore rushing off to my bedroom.
Omegas can be horrible beings too. I learned that lesson very early on. Not every single one of us is gentle and loving. Hell, I'm not. Anyone who isn'tminecan eat dirt for all I care.
It's me and my men. That's it. I don't need anyone else.
Though, Kade worries I need friends.
I talk to the pack omegas that hire the guys when a gentle approach is needed. That's my only job. I'm the backup in their business and that's how I prefer it. Most of the time an omega isn't comfortable with other alphas so I get it. I think they like my blunt understanding approach.
My role is to show the omegas we work with that theyalwayshave a say in their homes and they can express their opinions. You'd be surprised how many alphasdon'tput their omegas first.
Kade and the other two have to keep me far away from those cases. They handle it their own way and have had to contact Omega Protection Services many times. Abuse of the vulnerable designation is far more common than I care to think about.
Shuddering, I climb out of my window nest. I raise my hands above my head to stretch and work out the ache that has built there from my doze. The days after a heat are for napping, at least that's what my pack makes me do. I don't mind. Thankfully my nights are pretty restful. I've heard of other people with depression having nightmares and sleep struggles.
Not me. I could sleep all day if my men let me.
A low, rumbly groan draws my attention from my stretch. Peeking my eyes open, I find Jarek leaning against the couch. His bright green eyes are trained on the tiny sliver of skin showing between my shorts and cropped sweatshirt.
"Beautiful, Omega," he purrs, drinking me in.
I preen and drop my arms. A smile pulls my lips easily, especially when all I feel is adoration and love swirling aroundmy chest from his tether. Maybe I check in with our bond and their feelings too much but it gives me the reassurance I need.
After living with my parents and dealing with their constant annoyance and disappointment over my doctor and psychologist appointments, I've become hyperaware of emotional shifts.
Sometimes a simple frown from my men will make my stomach twist with dread. I've been conditioned to think any negative emotion is a direct result of somethingIdid wrong. Not becauseeveryone just has feelings.
That's why our nontraditional bond is so important. I don't need to pester them for information or ask them what's wrong constantly when I can just look inward andfeelthem.
"Whatcha doin’, Butterfly?" Jarek asks softly, still watching me just hover outside of my nest.
Shrugging, I don't really have a plan. Most of me wants to stay curled up in my pillows and blankets, but I miss them. It's their first day back at work and while the three of them mainly work from home, they're still tucked away in their office most of the day.
Silas is more hands-on by being in person. He directs their staff and designers, but because they're just returning after their absence, he's home too. They fit one or two projects in-between my heats and manage entire renovations within a month. Their staff is effective, and there are so many of them.
Honestly the business would run itself pretty well without them and if they hired a manager, but they love it. It calls to all their passions.
"You a little zoney today, Vivie?"
Blushing, I glance at my feet. Nodding demurely, I shuffle closer to him.
Jarek hums and gathers me close. My omega side curls around and flips onto her back in happiness when he dips downto scent mark my left cheek. I love the blatant claiming and possession our pack provides.
"I got you. Let’s get you snuggled up in the office."
"Oh!" I breathe with excitement. "Yes, please, Alpha."
I'm always welcome in there, but I try to give them some space to work. That's the main room in our whole house that doesn't have high-quality air flow, so a small spike of my perfume can immediately take them out of their zone.
Not to mention, Ilovesnuggling under their desks. For multiple reasons.
