Page 43 of Brandy Snap: Part Two
Because that’s when I realised she was crying.
I just stared at her. It was even worse than I thought, because I wanted her so badly that I was over the moon she was showing me this fucked-up scene. She had literally just fucked my alpha behind my back and she was the one fucking crying? Get real.
“You’ve had to be so strong, haven’t you?” she asked, as if I was some kind of warrior instead of a jealous omega who couldn’t even hold his alphas’ attention.
I didn’t give a shit how messed up she felt. She still fucked him.
I looked down at her as another growl rumbled in my throat. I didn’t need some sexy alpha-stealing monster to comfort me, no matter how much I loved it.
I pulled in a shuddering breath, leaning into her as her thumb brushed my jaw.
My eyes widened as greying splotches suddenly stained her face.
They kept coming. Spreading across her skin, marring her as shock rattled me.
Because my tears were already falling, and they had since the moment I saw her. My mascara finished the race down my cheeks, landing on her as she looked up at me from her place on the hard, wet floor like she understood everything.
I was only fucking crying because she was crying.
“What the fuck do you know? You haven’t even known us a month. And you’re leaving, anyway.”
What was really shit was that my bottom lip trembled when I said it. Because, looking at her all messed up from fucking Sin and running about in the rain, I knew Ireallydidn’t wantmyomega to leave me.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured again. “You’re right. I wasn’t listening. I’m so sorry, Kai.” She squeezed her eyes closed, forcing back her own tears, or maybe hiding from mine.
“Why the fuck are you apologising?” I tried to yell at her, but my voice broke with every word, trembling so much that it was only her touch which kept me sane. “I’ve treated you like fucking scum. I’ve done everything I could to keep you away from us, and you keep coming back. Why won’t you just get the fucking hint and leave us alone? Why are you still here!?”
I was like an already-shattered tank of water waiting for that last tap, that last crack in my glass to make me burst, and all the stupid feelings I’d kept contained since Sin and Cas first introduced me to Camille and I realised with absolute fucking horror that my brand new alpha pined for someone he couldn’t have would pour out of me.
She chuckled, and my gaze snapped to hers with a furious glare. Whatever came next better be something fucking extraordinary because she had the honour of seeing the great Kai Risler off his tits, and I was willing to knock her out to make her forget it.
Brandy lifted herself up on her knees, stretching her neck so she could pull me down and rest my lips against hers. And a groan of relief poured from me.
It was so perfect and peaceful, and it was exactly what I wanted. No words, no sad, understanding looks, just two bodies together mixing our tastes and scents and whatever other fucked-up emotions we were both pouring out.
So, obviously, I yanked myself right back from that.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I snapped, accidentally knocking over my bottle of champagne as I jerked away from her. The sound of the glass hitting marble bounced around the arbour, and it could have spoiled the moment, but she didn’t move. Like I was her world. Or maybe I just wished I was.
“I don’t know how else to tell you I’m sorry for interrupting your life,” she croaked.
That wasn’t a fucking apology. That wasn’t even an answer or an excuse or whatever the fuck I wanted from her. No matter how much love poured out through her scent, it didn’t mean anything when she was surrounded by a thick cloud of vanilla.
“I should be apologising to you! Don’t you fucking get it!?” Because through all of this bullshit, I didn’t want her to go. “Why the hell are you looking at me like that when I’ve tried to ruin your life!?”
God, I sounded so pathetic. High, screechy whines, ignoring how my tears were still streaming.
And what did she do? She swooped in, kissing me properly, blending with me as she moaned for me.
I met her in the middle, forcing my palms flat on the marble so I didn’t throw my arms around her, but it didn’t work.
She pulled away, meeting me with another understanding smile.
“You can’t just kiss me and make it all go away,” I gasped, my heart fucking soaring, along with my cock. She’d mellowed me out too hard, and now I didn’t have a leg to stand on.
I could barely keep myself upright. I needed her support. I wanted her to carry me so my brain didn’t get any more blown from the champagne, or her brandy.
She gently guided me back to her, and I’d blame the alcohol for how easily I followed her. Though I knew it was a fucking lie.
