Page 139 of Deadly Sweet

After putting the baby down for her nap, I got a head start on some house work. Savannah insisted on helping. She said she felt bad because she didn’t feel like she’s been contributing much over the past few weeks.

She shouldn’t feel bad. None of us expects her to do anything she doesn’t want to do. Just because she’s an Omega doesn’t mean she needs to be a homemaker. If she wants to do something, awesome. If not, one of us will take care of it. We want to be the ones who spoil and care for her. But she’s just as adamant on doing the same for us. It’s one of the many things I’ve come to love about this woman.

There are so many different sides to this Omega. She might not be what society considers normal, but none of us would change her for the world.

She’s been lost in her post bonding... well, let’s call it what it is, a fuck fest. Just as she got settled after bonding with Jake, we had a few days of normalcy before she bonded with Caleb.

I don’t think I’ve washed so much soiled linen in my life.

They’ve been having sex nonstop. On the counter, the couch, the stairs. Thankfully, our neighbors aren't very close, because I’ve even found them fucking on the front lawn.

Because of that, this house has a lingering candy apple scent. Trying to function with a permanent erection isn’t easy. I might not be an Alpha, but her scent is just as addicting as if I were.

Both Walker and I have been doing our best to give each bonding the time it deserves.

It’s not easy, though. We both want time with her, to get to know her.

Typically, bonding happens during an Omega’s heat.

They’re already in the throw of pheromones and heightened emotions that the intense craving of needing to fuck your mate after bonding get’s lost in the frenzy of the heat.

But my Little Monster doesn’t do things like everyone else. She saw what she wanted and she took it.

I’ve been around plenty of Alphas and Omegas who bond together, I know the process and everything that goes into it.

But seeing it and experiencing it are not the same.

I’ve gotten some moments with her, but I need more.

I should know better than to be jealous of my pack. This is how our lives work. Scent match bonds are the most powerful connection, they don’t have any control over what’s happening to them.

Still, I find myself wanting what they have. I want that bond, that connection with her.

The fact is, I’m a Beta. And for the first time in my life, I resent my designation.

Until Savannah, I’ve never really cared for or given much thought about having a long-term partner. Work was my life. When I needed some sort of physical release, I’d go to a bar, find a nice Beta female, and go home with her for the night. As time went on, the desire for frivolous sex became less and less, and I was more content with just taking care of things on my own.

It got to the point that I thought I was getting too old and was no longer interested in anything sexual because nothing did it for me anymore.

Savannah has shown me how wrong I was. I’m more aroused since meeting her than I ever was as a horny teenage boy.

If Caleb knew how I was feeling, he’d clap me on the shoulder and congratulate me for my dick still working.

In my line of work, and over multiple years, I’ve seen Betas get pushed out of packs because Alphas or Omegas found their scent matches. The connection between them became so intense that the Beta gets pushed to the side and are often forgotten.

It doesn’t happen all the time; I’ve seen Betas have healthy relationships with scent matched packs like one of my old coworkers, Knox. But it was still enough to put me off of the idea of finding a pack for myself.

It wasn’t worth putting your whole life into someone, just to get your heart broken.

It’s one of the biggest reasons I avoided joining a pack for the longest time, along with the excuse of being too busy to bother trying for a relationship.

When I was in the military, I told myself it wasn’t fair to be in a relationship and have someone waiting for me at home. That whoever it would be deserved someone who could be there for them all the time, not be away for months on end.

Then, when I retired and started working for Calling Wood, I told myself the Omega I was working with needed my full attention. I wouldn’t be able to protect them if I were distracted and weighed down by personal issues.

Life had other plans when I met the guys. After getting to know them, I realized that maybe the pack life was for me, just done differently.

They were a lot like me, married to their work. No plans on settling down and starting families. None of them were interested in finding an Omega.

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