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Good thing I finished eating. If I’d had food in my mouth when West said that, I might’ve choked.
Rafael shrugs. Like the rest of us, he lowers his utensils to his plate. Dinner, it seems, is over.
And then he says, “We’re shifters, yes? We all have a duty to our packs, don’t we?”
There’s that word again.Duty. Everytime I hear it, the thread tying my wolf to this Alpha feels like it’s being tugged almost. Like he’s trying to tell me something…
I turn to Rafael. “You didn’t serve me.”
Rafael’s face goes blank. His dark gold eyes flare, turning molten orange for a heartbeat, but the rest of his expression gives nothing away. “I didn’t want to presume—”
He’s a male wolf shifter. Theyallpresume.
I’m his intended. He should’ve made my plate. He should’ve offered to feed me. He should’ve held out my chair. Not because I’m too prim and perfect to do it myself, but because he’s a male wolf shifter. Taking care of his female is as ingrained an instinct as getting her under him.
Something else, I might add, he hasn’t tried to do at all.
“You call me Omega. Like you need to be reminded that I am. What I can bring to your pack.”
“Helene—”
I ignore West. The two males got their turn to talk. It’s mine now.
I have something monumental to say, and I’m going to say it.
“You don’t want to mate me.” When the thread tugs again, a hint of relief traveling down the length, I know I’m spot-on. “Rafael… you’re only doing it because you think you have to.”
A plate jostles, something metal clinking against the table. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw West jolt; he hit his plate, the fork falling next. I shocked him.
But I didn’t shock Rafael.
“The full moon is tonight and, instead of trying to get to know me… to even make a move… when most males are thinking about moon fever, you invited West to have dinner with us. Like you need a buffer between me and you.”
Rafael looks away, but stays silent.
Alphas don’t break eye contact. Like how looking directly into an Alpha’s eyes can be construed as a challenge, an Alpha glancing away is a sign of weakness to other dominants.
I’m not a dominant she-wolf. I’m an omega.
And he doesn’t have to say a word for me to know that I’m one hundred percent right.
I should know. We feel the same.
It finally makes sense.
That’s why I didn’t recognize Rafael’s strange behavior or his obvious resistance. I brushed it off that he was just being respectful because I ended up on his territory so close to the full moon. But that’s not it, is it? I didn’t recognize his hesitation and reluctance to treat me as his mate because he’s acting the exact wayIam.
If I could be in denial for three years, why wouldn’t I ignore the same thing coming from my intended?
Because he isn’t my intended. He’s a male who is only going through with this because it’s expected of him.
Maybe he could love me in time. Maybe I could love him. But what’s the point? I already love a male. I’ve loved him all along.
He told me that he’s living after the Luna. Well, I hope he wants company, because I’m going with him.
But first—
“Do you love me?”
