Page 4 of His Unicorn Alpha
In the human world, my differences weren't as much of an issue. They were definitely something I had a chip on my shoulder about, but at least human men didn't automatically assume I wanted to top, and I had a pretty great sex life despite my (dear god, I’m sorry about this pun)shortcomings.
Still, it was all a part of the simmering concoction of emotions making me feel uneasy about myself.
Being flirted with by men who couldn't understand the word ‘no’ only seemed to make the feeling worse.
As I finished packing up my kit, I bid goodbye to the assistants who had been working with me behind the scenes and I headed out onto the busy Manhattan street. If I wasn’t lugging around thousands of dollars’ worth of makeup and hair products, I might have taken the subway to get to my next destination, but I opted to hail a cab instead. It was going to cost more, but was safer and easier.
Thankfully, the cab driver had just as little interest in talking to me as I did with him, and I used the drive across town —to the on-location filming spot for an episode of a new TV show— to relax and center myself.
I am calm.
I am content.
I am—
The shrill ringing of my phone cut into my silent affirmations and I sighed before looking at the caller ID.Mom. It was as if she had a sixth sense for any time I was getting too lost in my wallowing.
“Hey, Mom,” I greeted with enthusiasm I didn’t quite feel.
“Baby,” she cooed, “are you well? I haven’t heard from you in weeks.”
For an airy-fairy hippie, she was still really good at laying on the mom-guilts, but I knew she only did it because she really did miss me. I missed her, too. Just not the rest of the pack.
This time when I smiled, it was more genuine. “I’m fine, just busy.”
“You work yourself too hard, Mikey.”
“I can’t help it. I take the work when and where I can get it.”
“You know if you need money, your dad and I—”
“Mom, I’m thirty-six. I am beyond the age of calling my mommy and daddy to pay for things.”
She sniffed. “You’ll never stop being our baby, Micah. You’d know how that feels if you ever hurry up and give me grandbabies.”
I take it all back. She’s a monster.
“Mom, I’m—”
“Don’t give me the old ‘I’m gay’ excuse, Micah Hawthorne. Omegas in our pack have been known to adopt babies from all over the world.AndMitchell and his human partner, Daniel? Yes, I think that’s his name. Anyway, they’ve just announcedthat they’re having a baby through a surrogate. There’s no excuse for you, Micah.”
“Aside from the fact that those options are hella expensive, how about the fact that I’m single?” I offered her, along with a long-suffering sigh. “I like kids, Mom. I do. But I don’t want to raise them by myself.” I studiously ignored the cab driver’s raised eyebrows in the rearview mirror. He could butt the hell out, too.
“Well, find yourself a man. The clock is ticking.”
Oh, sure, becauseeveryonewas lining up to settle down with the guy with the tiny dick and no money to his name.
“What clock?”
“Your biological clock.”
I laughed. “Don’t you meanyourbiological clock? I’m content the way I am.”
Liar.
Oh, great. My inner voice was ganging up on me, too.
“Forgive me for being blunt, baby, but that’s not true and we both know it.”
