“Yeah.”
“Hmph, there you go. An omega bossing around a bunch of alphas. That’s a fucking chore.”
“We’ve been nice to him.”
“Have you? Because sometimes alphas think they’re being nice but…”
“I’ve been fucking nice, okay? I even get on my knees for him.”
Skye is silent. “Right, well, don’t tell me any more details, bro. I don’t need to know, but yeah. That’s a good start. Show some more submission. Show it as often as you can, actually. It really does it for us.”
I can so fucking do that. I don’t mind it at all.
“So, how does he remind you of me?”
“Well, he hates being an omega and is always trying to prove himself.”
Skye huffs, and I realize my words might have offended him, but he lets out a laugh a second later and sighs. “Oh man, yeah. I get that. I so do. You alphas are insufferable.”
I roll my eyes but say nothing. “Just want to know how to make things work when he fights so hard against being an omega. When he almost seems to resent it.”
“Yeah, I mean, just don’t be an asshole, I guess.”
I make a face, and Skye adds, “Just treat him with respect. Be patient and accepting. It’s so fucking hard to get any of that, especially with alphas. They just see you as a hole they can knot. They look down on you. It’s super shitty. But…” He hesitates a moment and then adds, “You’re a good guy, Glenn. I mean it. One of my favorite brothers. I’m sure you treat him well. I’m sure you always will. And he’ll see that. I know he will.”
I clear my throat when it suddenly becomes hard to swallow. “Thanks.”
“Of course. Love you. I know we don’t say it often, but I do. You’re a great guy. He’ll be lucky to have you.”
I can barely speak anymore, my eyes suddenly stinging. “Thanks. Love you too, Skye.”
He lets out a small laugh. “Awkward, right?”
“You made it that way.”
“I always do, but keep me updated. Let me know how it goes.”
“I will,” I say, ending the call. The conversation leaves me with a lot to think about, but one thing stands out—I’m on the right path. I just have to keep going.
What I thought would be a nice, romantic dinner ends up being a lot more. I forgot I told Forest to come over so we could talk, and, of course, River’s car is sitting outside my place when I get home, which means he’s already inside, rummaging around like a raccoon in my cupboards.
Not to mention, the werewolves are lingering on my porch, waiting to be fed. They’re like the stray cats I’ve collected over the years. I fed them once, and now they won’t leave me alone.
I’ve been feeding the three of them, along with River, almost every day this week. My grocery bill is through the roof. The nice thing is they’re not breaking into my place and ruining it.
But I really need them to find another home. One that’s not mine.
I was hoping that if I ignored them tonight, they’d leave, but that was wishful thinking. They seem content to stay here for the time being.
Marlow sniffs as I walk up the steps, grocery bags in hand.
“Meatballs? Garlic bread?”
I sigh. “Yeah. You guessed it.”
Vick licks his lips. “Delicious.”
“You get dessert too?” Corvin asks, and I glower at him.
