Page 4 of Alpha's Sunflower Smiles

“You’re not getting any younger, Pete. When are you going to settle down?”

“When I find somebody I want to settle downwith.”

As I said it, I had a very clear picture in my head of Wilfred, his bright smile and kind eyes, his soft lips, and soft, strong body. As a non-presenting man, he was average height and average build with a touch of softness around his belly.

He was basically exactly my type, hence I’d not managed to show any interest in anyone else since I’d met him.

Whoever this new omega was that Papa was trying to set me up with would end up disappointed. I might have a preference for men but my dick just didn’t get hard for slim, tiny little omegas. I liked men with more meat on their bones and, if they could have a killer smile and a big heart, sign me up for life.

Papa tutted at me.

“You can settle down with Xavier. He’s a suitable omega and I’m sure you’ll like him.”

“I’m sure he’s fine but that doesn’t mean I want to marry him.”

“Well of course you don’t!”

For a second, I thought my papa had finally caught on to the fact that I didn’t like omegas the way that most alphas did and my stomach tightened. I didn’t know how he would react to something like that.

It turned out, I needn’t have worried. Papa added, “You don’t know Xavier yet. You’ll have to spend time with him before you get engaged.”

It looked like my papa was planning our life together already.

“Papa, I’m not looking for an omega.”

I don’t know why I always said it like that. I always erred just on this side of telling him I liked non-presenting men and wasn’t interested in omegas as a romantic prospect. Maybe if I’d hadthe balls to come out and say it, Papa would surprise me by being understanding.

On the other hand, even if hedidunderstand, he’d probably end up setting me up with random other men and I wasn’t interested in that. I wanted Wilfred.

Papa ushered me into the lounge and I held out the package that Wilfred had wrapped for me. Papa said, “You can give it to Xavier when he gets here.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. He might get the wrong impression.”

The doorbell rang, cutting off any further argument.

When Xavier walked into the room, I could see exactly why Papa wanted me to marry him. He was slim and pretty and demure, and he gave me a very calculated smile. I felt as though he were measuring it out, giving me the exact right amount of smile that he felt I’d earned.

I struggled to smile back. He held out his hand for me to shake. “Xavier. I’ve heard all about you, Pete.”

“I bet you have,” I muttered and reached for his hand. It was small and soft and I made sure not to grip it too tightly in case I hurt him.

His eyes dropped to my other hand, in which I was still clutching the ornament, all wrapped up with a bow.

“Is that for me?”

“Uh,” I said, not sure whether I could outright tell him it was for Papa and I had no idea who he was.

Papa saved me the trouble of deciding. He swept into the lounge with an elegant alpha woman and said, “Yes, it is.”

I had no option then but to hand it over.

Xavier unwrapped it and I took a second to admire the way Wilfred had wrapped it so that it looked beautiful but was easy to unwrap without having to rip through the paper or cut the ribbon. Xavier didn’t seem to notice either way.

He took out the ornament and I was struck again by how lovely it was. The roses shone with lustre and it was clearly unique and hand-crafted by a master. Xavier turned it round in his hands and I glanced at Papa to see whether Wilfred and I had been right.

We had.

Papa’s eyes widened a fraction at the sight of it, momentarily stunned by it. “It’s beautiful.”

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