Page 6 of Alpha's Two Omegas

Alder rolled his eyes. “Excuse me for trying to be subtle. That was my bad. Let me try again.” He settled his feet more firmly on the ground and faced Ty, put his hand on the alpha’s massive shoulder and looked him straight in the eye. “Fuck off out of the room, Ty. I want to talk to Ronnie alone.”

“Oh, you should have said. Wait, you’re not going to do anything…”

He trailed off, and I wondered what the end of that sentence was meant to be. It sounded bad, whatever it was.

“No, I’m not going to scare him away, Ty. I just want a little chat without the great big alpha looming over us.”

Ty shrugged. “Fair. I’ll go and… measure your wardrobe. Do we even have a tape measure?”

“No. Improvise.”

Ty turned around and walked out of the room and I heard the stairs creak as he went up them.

Alder twisted his body back to me and those eyes locked on me again.

“You don’t mind being alone with me?” he asked.

“No. Why would I?”

“Just checking. You mentioned earlier that you’ll stay out of the house a lot and I was wondering if it was because you don’t like being alone with people.”

Oh, shit, I had said that. I swallowed, trying to keep calm. He knew. I was sure he knew.

“I, uh, just…”

He took pity on me. “Let me put it another way. Would you be in the house if I was here too?”

“Yes.”

“Would you be in the house if it was just Ty here with you?”

“Uhhhh.”

Yeah, I was such a terrible liar. All I had to say was ‘yes’ and that room would be mine. And instead, I was staring at the handsome omega like I’d never heard of the art of conversation and drawing out my ‘uh’ for as long as I could.

“Ok, I got it.”

He sounded very certain and my shoulders slumped.

“Does that mean I don’t get your room now?”

“Well, we can’t rent out a room to someone who’s scared of Ty. That won’t be nice for you or for him. He’s a big softie. He’ll feel bad if he realises he’s keeping you out of the house because you’re too scared to be here with him, and then he’ll stay out of the house so you can be here, but you won’t know he’s doing that so you’ll keep staying away, and then I’ll end up here all on my own. It’ll suck.”

“I guess. I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

“Can I ask you a personal question?”

“I guess.”

“Are you scared of all alphas? Just between us.”

“I wasn’t. I’m not. I just… don’t want to live with one. I mean, not alone.”

“But you answered an ad for a room in a house with an alpha in it.”

“I didn’t notice that until he opened the door. I should have checked the ad more closely but I need to get out of my—”

I swallowed the rest of that sentence down, realising too late that I’d given far too much away.

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