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If they had accepted me into their pack when I became an omega, I probably wouldn’t have even had to think about getting a job. Not that I would have been barefoot and pregnant from the word ‘go,’ but its alpha nature to take care of their omega. They work and provide a comfortable life, and the omega balances out the pack, smooths rough edges, makes the house a home.
Not that packs need an omega to have a home. There are plenty out there that don’t. Even packs of only betas, free of the bullshit alpha and omega pheromones. Honestly, that sounds amazing.
I’m not sure I’ll ever forgive my body for revealing as omega.
It royally fucked my life.
“At least you have your creative side business,” Sadie says, perking up. “Have you made any new hardbacks since I saw you last?”
I shake my head. “Nope. Too busy wrapping up everyone’s taxes.”
Sorrel gives me the pained smile of a business owner during tax season, even though I did hers ages ago. I hounded her to get me all the necessary documents so we wouldn’t have to worry about it now. “How’s that going?”
I wave a hand and gulp my wine again. “Fine. Finished. Two whole days early too. Now I can just relax.” I know typically most accountants have customers that need extensions. But my client list is small, and I started bugging them back in January to get me all of their shit.
It makes for an easier April.
They glance at each other, and I watch as they have a concerned, silent conversation. “Just say it.”
“You’re still going into Granton on Monday?”
I sink further into my chair and nod. “Yep. Don’t have a choice.”
“Do you- Are you okay?” God, Sorrel is so sweet.
“I’m fine.”
“Liar.”
I glare at Sadie. “Wow, way to call me out like that.”
“Only because I love you. You can talk to us, tell us anything. We are here for you, Vee.”
I sigh and run a hand down my face. “I don’t know what you want me to say. Of course I’m not fine. But I haven’t been fine for seven years, so going into the city shouldn’t be that big of a deal, you know. It’s huge. It’s not likely that I’ll run into them. And it should be fast. Just drop into the lawyers, sign the paperwork, and then get the hell out.”
They both stare at me. “So, that’s the plan, but what if it doesn’t… go as planned?” Sorrel asks, slowly.
“What if you run into one of them?” Sadie asks bluntly.
I chug the rest of my wine, wipe my lips with the back of my hand. “I can’t even consider that possibility.” My nose stings and I shake my head like that will stop the tears from welling in my eyes. “It’s not going to happen.”
Denial, my old friend.
Sadie slides her glass onto my coffee table and scoots closer to me on the cushion, wrapping me in a hug while Sorrel perches on the arm of my couch and strokes a hand over my hair. “If you need either of us for anything, we got you. You know that, right, Vee?”
My throat is tight and I’m worried if I open my mouth to speak, I will burst out crying.
Sorrel kisses the top of my head. “Should we order a pizza and watch the incomparable Liam Cordova in Huntington Force?”
“God yes, he’s so fucking sexy as a spy,” Sadie groans, already pulling out her phone to place an order with the tiny little pizza parlor in the closest town that only delivers to us because we tip one hundred percent of the bill. “Its not fair that one person is so multi-talented. Model, singer, actor. I’m pretty sure there isn’t anything he can’t do. I bet he fucks like a god.”
Sorrel scoops up my empty glass and retreats to my kitchen while I flick on the TV and pull up the movie that we’ve watched together far too many times to count. When she returns, Sorrel nudges me onto the center cushion, before handing me my refilled wine glass and Sadie drapes a blanket over me.
As we snuggle up together, I say a quick thank you to the universe for giving me these two girls as my best friends.
I ignore the thought that I’m still waiting for them to realize I’m not good enough for them. For them to throw me away someday, just like everyone else I’ve cared about.
“Love you, pipsqueak,” Ford whispers as he slides the ring on my finger. Not marriage. We aren’t engaged, but this is a promise. He bends and kisses the knot on top of the band, cradling my hand like it’s precious.
