Why isn’t there an airline for omegas and anyone else who wants to avoid alphas? Omegas would pay extra for a peaceful experience in the sky. No worrying if you will be seated next to a creep like that guy. We could have cute cocktails and pink seats. No extra fees, free luggage. I bet it’s already been pitched and shot down by alphas in some airline meeting.
My phone chimes and I check the notification.
OmegaaahAbby:
Hey! When you’re back, I’dlove to grab drinks.
ShutterLife00:
I’m about to take off from Athens, it’s nonstop from there so I don’t have to deal with a layover. I’ll need a few days to recover but maybe after my heat? They opened a cute new Thai place down the street, Plumeria. I’ve been meaning to check it out.
OmegaaahAbby:
Sounds perfect! Hope your heat goes well! Cheers!
I text Harper.
Madeline:
Down for a girl’s night next weekend with a new omega I met?
Harper:
Always down! I’ll pick up some wine and the usual snacks. When are you back?
Madeline:
Thanks, that sounds great. I get in late tonight. I’ll come back and grab Bellini in the morning.
Madeline:
Love you
Harper:
Love you!
I can’t wait to hold my baby again. I know she missed me as much as I missed her.
The flight is smooth and I sleep for most of it, dreaming of my alphas. We’re back on the beach again. Everything is perfect until a giant wave comes and hits us. Then I’m alone on the beach during a storm. I wake up in tears.
Without their presence near me, I’m hollow, like my very being mourns every moment we’re away from each other. I don’t regret flying home alone, but I miss how funny Hunter is and Zachary’s kindness. I even miss Alric’s grumpiness.
I’m not ready for everything they are offering me, but I wish I were. I want to be brave for them, but I feel so broken, scared of a future I never saw for myself. But would it be so terrible if we just tried dating, like before? No money exchanged, but not a full pack, either.
Something between strangers and soulmates.
Dates during the week, a group dinner or two. They can get to know the real me, and if they don’t like that girl, they can be the ones to walk away. I can try to give them the opportunity to build the trust they so enthusiastically desire. They didn’t try to stop me from flying home alone and that proves they mean what they said about my happiness.
Other than Harper, my happiness has never mattered to anyone.
Being in control of my own life has always been the most important thing to me. Somehow, this twisted turn of fate brought me alphas who don’t want to control me. Maybe it’s only fair I see where this goes.
The plane finally lands around midnight and I call a car. Without the usual city traffic, the ride to my place is quick. I tip the driver generously and collect my belongings, keeping my keys close when I exit onto the almost-deserted street, the driver heading off to their next passenger.
For the first time this week, a future with my scent matches doesn’t feel so bleak.
A car quickly pulls up, blinding me. For some stupidreason, the high beams are on, so I’m forced to shield my eyes. I foolishly hope it’s one of the guys, but they don’t know where I live.
