Page 26 of Alpha's Two Omegas

I’d just ruined everything.

It was just that Ronnie had looked so small and sweet and broken, and I hadn’t been able to leave him there like that. I’dhadto fix it.

And Ty was just absolutely clueless. How could he not see the way Ronnie looked at him? Ronnie had told me that he liked a range of body types and he was clearly a sexual person, despite being shy. I’d seen his eyes drawn to Ty every single day and the longing on Ronnie’s face always made me feel weak, admiring the way he looked and the love he had for my best friend, who deserved that kind of worship more than anyone else in the world… and also made me selfishly want a bit of that for myself.

I wouldn’t get anything now.

I’d broken everything.

It just went to show how badly I was affected because I didn’t know what to do. Ialwaysknew what to do. It was just that, somehow, on this particular occasion, I had no clue.

I just stood in the middle of my bedroom, staring at the wall.

The knock on my bedroom door startled me. I ignored it, though. I wasn’t up to talking to either of them. I didn’t know what I’d say.

Whichever of them it was, they knocked again. Ty. That was Ty’s knock.

“Alder?” he called. “We’re coming in.”

“No.”

The doorhandle turned and the door opened a crack but, when I spoke, it stopped.

“Alder, we need to talk.”

“Not right now.”

“Yes now. I’ve got something I need to say.”

Ty was using the voice I rarely heard. The alpha one. The this-is-going-to-happen one. Normally, I loved that Ty didn’t get bossy with me because I enjoyed being the bossy one. I had to admit, though, that when he did get all strict, it did something to me.

“Fine,” I said. Even I could hear that it came out weaker than normal.

The door opened and Ty walked into my bedroom, followed by Ronnie. I caught sight of their hands, threaded together, and my throat felt tight.

“Alder? You can’t leave.”

Little did he know. I was out of there. I couldn’t even see them hold hands without wanting to throw up, so I knew I wouldn’t be able to watch them kiss and cuddle and talk and make love without me. Not that I’d be able to see them make love. They’d do that in their bedroom, behind closed doors, and I’d just have to imagine it. No, thank you. I didn’t need that torture in my life.

“Alder, we want you to stay. I’m not going to lose you. I’ve wanted you for years and I’m not letting you go now.”

“Huh?”

It was probably the least articulate thing I’d ever said, but seriously, I didn’t know what he was on about. My brain wasn’t absorbing it.

Ty gestured Ronnie over to my bed and he perched on the end of it, watching me intently with large eyes. Ty stood before me, looking down into my face as though he was seeing me for the first time, and drew me down onto the bed beside him. We sat, our legs pressed together and the warmth of Ty’s body all down my side in a way that was achingly familiar and yet utterly new.

“How do you not know how I feel about you, Alder? Itoldyou I was going to marry you.”

I gave him an unimpressed look. “You were eight.”

“Yeah, that’s because I’ve been in love with you since I was eight.”

“You- you don’t love me,” I said. I tried to sound assertive but my voice was thick with the need to believe Ty. My whole beingwantedto believe it, I just didn’t dare.

Ty reached out a hand and stroked a finger down my cheek. I didn’t lean into him, not much.

“Alder, I do love you. I’ve always loved you.”

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