Page 40 of Alpha's Sunflower Smiles

“We’ve only been going out for a week.”

And it had been a blissful week, thank you very much. I had fuckinglovedhaving Wilfred all to myself without anyone interfering, and from the way my intestines seemed to be squirming round inside me, that was probably at an end now.

“Hmm, so you weren’t seeing Wilfred when you walked out on Xavier?”

Wilfred turned his head to look up at me. “Who?”

For a second, I actually couldn’t remember who Papa was talking about. He’d set me up or half-set me up with so many of his friends’ omega sons that they all blurred into one. But Papa had made it sound like I’d actually been dating this one and lefthim, which obviously hadn’t happened because I’d never dated an omega.

Then, thankfully, it came back to me and I was able to explain. “The omega Papa set me up with a couple of weeks ago. I told you about him. He’s the one who took Papa’s gift.”

“Oh yes, I remember.” Wilfred looked at my papa. “I hope he wasn’t very upset.”

“He was,” said Papa.

“Yes, I can understand that,” said Wilfred, and that made me pull him tighter against my side. My man thought people should be upset that I didn’t want them. That was cute.

Papa’s eyes raked over us, catching sight of the way I held Wilfred. His lips pursed up, annoyed.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a partner?”

“I—”

My throat dried up, and my words along with it. Because I was afraid he’d hate Wilfred on sight just because he wasn’t an omega? That didn’t sound like the sort of thing I could say without upsetting them both.

Wilfred saved me. “This is all very new for us, Mr. Thompson. We haven’t told anybody yet.”

“I see. Well, since I’ve seen that my son is alive, there’s no need for me to stay.” With that, Papa he turned and walked out. I heard the front door slam and the silence echoed around us.

I couldn’t think what to say that would break the horrible tension in the room. I wanted to reassure Wilfred that he was perfect and it didn’t matter what anyone else said, but my throat was still too dry.

My boyfriend saved me again.

“You realise what this means, don’t you?”

A dozen possibilities raced through my head. Yes, I realised that it could mean my papa never talked to me again. It could mean that somebody would say something to Wilfred to implythat I should be with an omega and he would leave me. It could mean—

He gave me a smile I wasn’t familiar with. This one had a bit of mischief to it. I was captivated and simply stared at him, waiting for whatever he’d give me.

“It means,” he said, “that you’ve been busted kissing your boyfriend. Richard will never let you live this down.”

A shocked laugh burst out of me. All the sudden tension that had gripped my body drained out of it. “We don’t need to tell Richard. I don’t want to give him the ammunition.”

Wilfred kept smiling and, while he smiled, he kissed me. I swear I could taste the smile on his lips and I licked into his mouth to get more.

If I’d been in a better place mentally, I’d probably have dragged him into the bedroom or back down onto the sofa and frotted against him until we both came. However, right at that moment, all I needed from him was kisses and smiles and his warm body pressed against mine.

We kissed slowly, deeply, and by the time we broke apart, Wilfred had managed to coax the happiness out of me again so it filled my chest.

“I love you,” I said. It just slipped out of my mouth. I hadn’t been thinking.

Wilfred looked up at me, his eyes became watery and his smile stretched even further, if that were possible. “Really?”

“Yes, really. I love you, Wilfred.”

“I can’t believe it.”

“Believe it.” I kissed him, dropping little kisses onto his lips and cheeks.

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