Page 2 of His Sassy Omega
I’d seen it all in my head, had dreamed about it more than once. Christmas Eve because it was my favorite day of the year. I loved the magic of the day, the way hope and anticipation and excitement always hung in the air. Children waiting for Santa to come, and the small kernel that miracles might exist.
I loved the snow, the twinkly, multi-colored lights on the trees, and the softness that the flames from my fireplace would cast on the library in my house. My favorite room to spend my time in. I could see myself down on one knee, arm outstretched, holding a ring box. I’d never actually seen the person I was proposing to in my dreams, but I’d dreamed this same scene over and over the last few months, so it had to be Lisette.
We’d been dating for eight months. She was from the same social circle as my family, not that it made any difference to me. I didn’t care about someone’s bank account; it was who they were as a person that mattered to me. I had plenty of money for myself and a mate. Lisette was classically beautiful, with her perfectly coiffed blonde hair and perfectly aligned facial features. She’d always had an air of aloofness about her, a slight disdain to everything around her, and a certain coldness to her. On paper, she was perfect for me.
When she’d said we’d needed to take a break, I’d been stunned. She’d explained that with the holidays coming, it was going to be a very busy time for her. She had exams (I didn’t call her out on the fact that with the holidays, she would also have winter break), and she needed to spend time with her family. I thought that was closer to the truth, and I could easily understand that. There was an age gap between us, her twenty-two to my thirty-eight, and I was understanding about her needs. I tried to be, at the very least.
What I wasn’t as understanding about was the night two weeks ago when, bored, I’d taken myself to a movie. I’d been restless, like I was now, but hadn’t wanted anyone’s company. Our local theater had started showing old eighties movies in one of their auditoriums, and I was a secret eighties movie junkie. I had jumped at the chance to see one of my favorite movies on the big screen.
Imagine my surprise when I’d sat in my seat, popcorn bucket in my lap, and realized the couple seated in front of me trying to find each other’s tonsils with their tongues, was Lisette and some biker looking reject.
I’d sat silently, watching them in horrified fascination, until they’d come up for air. Lisette’s eyes had focused on mine, over the man’s broad shoulder. Her shock had been palpable, and her blue eyes were huge.
I’d jumped up, suddenly having an urge to check out the men’s room. I’d needed to get away, to put space between myself and them, before my wolf did something stupid. It was the only place I could think of that she couldn’t follow me because I desperately needed to be alone.
I’d seethed inside the men’s room, pacing back and forth, my long legs and powerful thighs eating up the small distance. I’d thrown the lock on the door and hadn’t cared if no one else could get in. The theater had two restroom facilities. I was closing this one for a minute.
My rage was a hot, burning thing inside me, while heat prickled the backs of my eyes. It wasn’t so much that I was losing – had lost – Lisette.
It was more losing the dream I’d had.
A mate, a home, pups. Again.
My wolf growled, and I’d yanked on the paper towel holder because I’d needed to let out some anger. I’d let out so much anger, I’d yanked the damn holder off the wall.
“Well fuck!” I’d growled, trying in vain to put the damn thing back on. I’d always been good with numbers, not mechanical things. I’d finally setthe ruined holder on the floor and vowed to write a check for the damage to the manager. I’d been thankful no one had been in here with me, and if I’d told them it was like that when I’d found it, well…yeah, it wasn’t honest.
But I wasn’t about to admit the truth. That I’d just witnessed my girlfriend playing tongue twister with some rando, and I was pissed. My father’s voice was harsh in my ears at the thought.Everyone is watching us, Lachlan.
I’d gotten myself together, my emotions under control. My face once again a bland, blank mask, and opened the bathroom door. Running right smack into Lisette, who had been waiting for me to emerge, pacing the hallway.
I’d clenched my jaw and leaned against the hallway wall. I’d taken a deep breath in through my nose and released it through my mouth.
“I’m sorry you saw that, Lachlan.”
Sorry I saw it, I’d thought, not sorry she’d done it.
“Who is he?” I’d demanded because, after eight months, I had a right to know that.
“Does it matter?” she’d asked quietly, and I’d wanted to growl that yes, it fucking mattered. But did it really?
I’d looked at her then, really looked at her. Her tall, slender figure. Her stylish jeans, sweater, and designer boots. Her lipstick wasn’t even smudged, despite the make-out session.
She was beautiful and classy, and I’d felt nothing at all for her.
I wasn’t angry I was losing her; I was angry I was losing the dream I’d had.
I’d sighed, biting back my anger and tucking it away, where it couldn’t be seen. I was always conscious of being angry in public. One, because of my father’s expectations of me, and two, because I was a big man. Six foot five, with broad shoulders and powerful muscles. An angry mewas intimidating to most people, even if I didn’t feel intimidating. I was actually a big softy inside.
“I guess it doesn’t. Cheating is cheating.”
“We were on a break!” she’d defended, and I’d felt my anger rise back to the surface.
“This isn’t an episode of‘Friends’!” I’d yelled, running a hand through my short dark hair, and she’d flinched at the harsh tone of my voice. A tone I rarely, if ever, used. I’d been thankful the hallway was empty of people.
“An episode of what?” she’d asked, clearly confused, and not getting my reference to one of the best shows to ever grace a television set. Period. I’d fight someone about that.
Oh, for fuck’s sake.I couldn’t possibly settle down with a mate who didn’t know who Ross and Rachel were, or what the great ‘we were on a break’ debate was. I just couldn’t.
