Page 18 of Drown My Sorrow

The three of them exchange a look, and I realise that, to them, it’s a very serious option.

“They wouldn’t do that. I’m broken, remember,” I say bitterly.

“Cher, I love that you are you, but this self-confidence thing you don’t have is becoming a problem. Kelly looks at you like he wants to never let you go. Ezy could eat you up, and Gael would crawl over glass to be next to you. I don’t trust those guys an inch.”

I shuffle away from Beau and meet Keagan’s gaze.

He shrugs, hops up on my kitchen counter, and starts swinging his legs.

“They do. They’re lucky we haven’t beaten them black and blue for the audacity.”

I gasp and turn, only to find Shale right there. He steps, and I back up.

“Do you want the pussy little alphas, Omega?”

I lick my lips, but my hesitation says it all.

Beau and Keagan spit out curses that I don’t respond to because I’ve heard them all before.

“You want them?” Shale says and leans in so he can stare into my eyes. “And you want us, too.”

I make a tiny, wounded sound.

“I see. A scent match really is the most powerful thing.” He turns, but I grab his finger, holding onto it.

I’m flustered and scared, and I feel like I’ve hurt them when it’s the last thing I want to do.

Shale turns back and sweeps me up into his arms, walking until I’m sitting beside Keagan on the counter.

“Don’t stress about this at all, my gorgeous omega. We will sort it out for you.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

“I know you are.”

“They’re leaving tomorrow,” I say, unable to stop the note of anxiety that leaves me breathless and hurting. “The competition is only here for four days, and it’s been three. Tomorrow, they won’t be a problem.”

“You let us handle them,” Shale says and strokes my cheeks. “Anything you want, you tell me, and I’ll make it happen.”

“I can’t have alphas. I’m broken, Shale. Maybe, hmm, it’s just that I would like to speak to them. Maybe. Just to get closure.” I peek up at him.

“You can have anything you like if you’re brave enough.”

I bite my tongue so more frustrated protests don’t come out. I can’t stop the anxious worrying, though, that I might miss this chance. All the surfers leave for the next stop of the tournament tomorrow. I might never see them again.

I have questions, and I…

I close my eyes. This isn’t fair to Beau, Shale, and Keagan. I have to have some respect for everything they’ve put up with. All the help they’ve given me. Hell, they even help me with my heats.

My eyes fall to my leg, and I think of all the times they’ve picked me up off the floor and massaged my leg so I can sleep.

Yeah, I should stay here and not go see the others.

Keagan sighs and hops off the counter. He turns, pulls me off, and sets me on the ground.

“Let's go, then.”

“Go?”

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