Page 3 of Alpha's Two Omegas

“I know.”

“And I’ll have to befriendly.”

He said it like it was the worst fate imaginable.

“Yes, you will. But we still need a housemate.”

“Urgh, fine. But don’t blame me when they complain to you about all the ways in which I’m annoying.”

“You’re not annoying.”

“And yet the last three people to live with us have all moved out because I am. And they told me so.”

I frowned, hating that memory. The last guy to live with us had actually told Alder that to his face, and I’d never come so close to hitting an omega before in my life.

“Don’t waste brain space thinking about him. He was a dick.”

“He had a long list of reasons he thoughtIwas a dick.”

“He was wrong,” I insisted.

Alder pursed his lips, which meant he was thinking about going to war.

“The guy before that didn’t like me, either.”

“Yeah, but he was a dick, too.”

That guy had been non-presenting because we’d decided that alphas were out. He’d actually expected Alder to do the housework because he was an omega and ‘must love it’ and had been shocked when Alder told him to go fuck himself with a hockey stick. I never dared to enquire about why Alder thought the hockey stick was the best option for self-fucking.

“He told me I was the worst omega he’d ever met.”

“He was just sour that you didn’t run around after him, cleaning up his mess. He was a dinosaur and needed a smack in the mouth.”

“The one before that…”

Alder trailed off. I’d never got the full story out of him about that guy. And, no, we never used their names any more. This one was ‘the housemate before the one before the last one’.

He’d been an alpha, and was the reason that we’d decided that other alphas were not an option. He’d been fine at first, but he’d started taking up more and more space, spreading out on the sofa, leaving his stuff everywhere, and puffing up his chest whenever I walked into the room. It had taken me weeks to realise that he was challenging me. Apparently, he thought there was a hierarchy in our house and that he deserved top spot. Alder had corrected him on that. For the record, if therewasa hierarchy, Alder would be at the top, not me, even though I was an alpha and he was an omega.

“You never told me why you disliked him so much,” I said, trying to sound casual.

“Because he was a dick.”

“Obviously. But any particular reason?”

“He kept trying to out-alpha you.”

I snorted. “I’m an alpha. Can’t out-alpha that.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I do. But it was mostly harmless stuff, just posturing. What made you decide you’d had enough?”

Alder sighed. “He outright came out and told me that we could get rid of you and have the house to ourselves. Like I would ever choose him over you. He actually said there wasn’t room enough for two alphas in this house. So I told him to pack his bags, alright?”

From the tightness of his jaw as he told me that, I was guessing that the alpha had been less than complimentary about me. If there was one thing that made Alder madder than anything else, it was people being mean to me. It was the best feeling when he went all protective of me, and also, simultaneously, the worst. It made my stomach flutter with hope and it took me ages to squash it down again.

Alder loved me as a friend. He was protective of me. He didn’t want to jump on my cock and profess his undying love, which was unfortunate because that was exactly what I wished he would do.

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