Page 8 of Alpha's Two Omegas

I shook my head. “I got the bus.”

“Right. We’ll take Ty’s car, it’s bigger.”

With that, I was hustled out the front door and it clicked shut behind us.

“We’ll stop at the hardware store on the way home, too. We need to get a lock for Ronnie’s door.”

As I climbed into the back seat of Ty’s car, I got the feeling that I had just been swept up in the tornado that was Alder Gatwick.

Chapter 3: Alder

Oh yeah, I could see exactly why sweet little Ronnie hated living with this alpha. He had creep written all over him. We hadn’t been in the house ten minutes and I’d seen him run his eyes over Ronnie’s body more than a dozen times, each one more lecherous than the last.

I was good, though, and Ty would be incredibly proud of me, because I didn’t say or do anything about it. I just ignored it. It was enough that we were getting Ronnie out of the house.

When the creep went to touch Ronnie, though, I drew the line.

“Ow, what the fuck?” cried the alpha. He was cradling his hand, which I had just smacked.

“Don’t touch unless you’re invited,” I said, and carried on packing things into a bag. Ronnie had squeezed back against the wall, trying to get away from his asshole housemate, and it made me angry that he had obviously been doing this a while.

“I wasn’t going to do anything,” he said.

“Then there won’t be a problem, will there? Ronnie, what else needs to go from here?”

He pointed at a few pot plants on the windowsill. “Those are mine.”

“Great. I’ll pack them and you go and keep your eye on Ty, make sure he’s folding everything neatly.”

Ronnie cast a quizzical look at me as he left the room, scurrying around the alpha like he was scared the guy would burn him.

I knew Ty would be packing everything neatly, but Ronnie didn’t know it yet, and it had been an excuse to get him out of the room more than anything. So much for sending Ty upstairs so we wouldn’t end up in a confrontation with an alpha. Assholes like this worked themselves up if another alpha got in their space, so I’d thought it would be best if I was the one in his sight, since I was a tiny little omega and no threat to anyone. Except I had a much shorter temper than Ty, so maybe I should have been the one hiding away upstairs.

We’d nearly finished packing everything and I put the boxes by the front door. There wasn’t much, so we’d get it all packed into Ty’s car as long as we stacked it properly. The last things to get were those plants. I didn’t want to leave them behind, and we could make room on our windowsills for them. They’d look nice and cheerful, and I hoped Ronnie would be happy with us. I already liked him, which was basically unheard of. Most people were incredibly annoying.

I went back to grab the plants, smiling to myself.

???

“I’m sorry about your plant pot. I hope it didn’t have any sentimental value.”

“No, it was just a pot. Uh, what happened to it?”

I cringed as he looked at the pot, split cleanly in two. I’d transferred the plant and the packed soil to a bowl I’d found in the kitchen, not even caring whether it was Ronnie’s or not.

“It… broke.”

“Oh.”

Ronnie was far too sweet to challenge me on that. And it was true, it had cracked. Ty was onto me, though.

“What did it break on?”

I tried my sweetest smile on him. Nothing. Damn, that man knew me too well.

“There was a… kerfuffle,” I admitted.

“With that alpha asshole?”

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