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Maybe Ronnie sensed my desire because his face heated up and his cheeks flushed red. I deliberately tried not to think about how sexy that look was on him, and I certainly didn’t picture his cheeks flushing with arousal. Much.

Ronnie glanced at Ty and he dropped his eyes to his hands, which fiddled together in his lap. Ty turned back to the laptop and began clicking things.

There was a long, awkward silence.

At last, I cleared my throat. “So I guess you guys are hungry, huh? Why don’t I order—?”

Ronnie jumped to his feet. “I’m not hungry. We ate lunch really late. I’m going to go to my room.”

He was already scurrying out of the door as he said that last part, and it took me a second to work out what it was he’d said since he blurred the words together in his rush.

I stared after him, confused and a little hurt.

Then Ty said, “I’ve got some work to do, Alder. I’ll be down later.”

And then he left, too. This time, I wasveryhurt. Ty didn’t want to spend time with me.

I pressed my hand against my chest where it ached. I’d always thought it was just nonsense when people said their heart ached, since I was sure that an organ designed to pump blood around the body didn’t care one way or another whether your crush liked you back. It just kept on pumping regardless.

But right then, I felt like my whole chest was constricting. I’d freaked Ronnie out by letting my inappropriate thoughts show on my face, and Ty didn’t want to be in the same room as me any more.

I heard Ty’s bedroom door close just as the first tear slid over my lashes and dripped onto my cheek.

Dashing it angrily away didn’t stop the rest of them from falling, either. My whole being felt so miserable that I couldn’t even support my own weight and I slid down onto the floor, sobbing silently.

I couldn’t do this any more. I couldn’t. Something was going to have to give.

The hard part was, I knew that something was going to have to be me. I owed Ty his chance of happiness with Ronnie.

Chapter 9: Ty

Something was wrong with Alder. I’d sensed it a few days ago and it had just been getting worse since then.

I knew Alder. Could read him like a book. Knew all the secret parts of his personality that he kept hidden from others. And it was driving me crazy that I didn’t know this part. Whatever it was.

He was pulling away.

I could feel it happen, like every look and feeling and memory we shared was a thin, invisible line strung between us, linking us together, and he was disconnecting and hauling those in one by one. He wasn’t looking at me as much. He certainly wasn’t smiling as much.

I frowned, trying to remember the last time I’d seen him smile. It had been a few days, at least. Normally Alder was frowny and grumbly about other people and he didn’t have the sweet, bright smile that Ronnie had, that was for sure, but when it was just the two of us and he let go, he had the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.

A hard, cold thought jabbed me right in the heart:what if I never see that smile again?

I couldn’t even work out why he was acting so distant. It wasn’t just with me, it was with Ronnie, too. And I’d beensurethose two had shared a moment the other night when Alder had come in to find us working at the laptop together. There had been a flicker of something on Alder’s face that I couldn’t identify, which had freaked me out and I’d had to run away and hide in my room while I talked myself down from the edge of a full-blown panic attack. And I was absolutely certain that there had been lust on Ronnie’s face. I’d seen his eyes when Alder had pulled his head back suddenly. Ronnie’s pupils had been blown and there had been starkwantin his expression. The fact that he’d blushed so red straight after and the fact that he’d run out of the room kind of proved it. When I’d gone up to my room less than a minute later, I’d heard the little panting breaths coming from the other side of the wall.

Yes, I could hear what was going on in Ronnie’s room. Only if the house was silent, which it was at that point. Any background noise tended to absorb the sounds, but it was like the house was covered in a shroud that night.

I’d heard his breathing, heard his bed creak, heard the snick of a bottle cap and the tiny whimpers he clearly thought he was keeping in.

Ronnie had been touching himself. I didn’t even give a thought to what kind of a pervert it made me, I’d just unzipped my jeans, fished my dick out and stroked myself to the sweet sounds he made. Every whimper made me harder, and I’d been sporting a sizeable erection all afternoon, thanks to sitting so close to that gorgeous omega for so long. And if I pictured Ronnie writhing on the bed as I listened to the sounds of his pleasure, and imagined Alder moving over him, flushed and aroused, then that might make me a bad, bad friend but it got me off in record time.

It was so obvious that Ronnie was into Alder that I couldn’t work out why Alder was pulling away from us.

I brooded on it as I worked and, by work, I mean ‘stared at the laptop screen blankly and didn’t type anything all afternoon’. Because not knowing what Alder was thinking? That was a new one for me, and I didn’t like it.

???

Alder was picking at his food. Don’t get me wrong, I ate about twice what he did normally but then I was a massive alpha who went to the gym three times a week, whereas Alder was a slender omega who stayed slim by generally bouncing around and working hard. But he normally ate heartily. We’d talked about it before, the fact that he couldn’t stand those omegas who pretended they didn’t have an appetite because alphas liked them small and bony.

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