Page 37 of Knot a Tie
“I’m going to actively start looking for a pack while I’m here. It’s time.”
Silence.
“Oh? What changed your mind?”
“Well, it’s not changed, Daddy. I’ve always wanted a pack, but you know I wanted to go to Uni and study law like you first.”
“Ray…” His world-weary sigh brings tears to my eyes as I interrupt him.
“But, I’ve decided, I don’t want that anymore,” I lie, doing my best not to sob as I give up my dreams to keep him from having to worry about me. “I want to mate and have babies and live a good omega life, happy and secure.” I brush the tear away, that fell from my eye unexpectedly and then I pull my big girl knickers on and smile. “It’s what I’ve always wanted, you know that.”
“Are you sure?” He tests the waters expecting to be bitten by a Great White.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“I’ll put the word out, see if I can find you some options. There are several packs I know about who will be searching for an omega and they won’t find anyone better than my little girl.”
“Thanks, Daddy,” I whisper, hearing how happy he is. Like, I’ve never heard his voice so light and relieved and excited. I know I’ve done the right thing, and who knows…maybe once all the dust settles and I’ve got my pack and my babies, I can go to night school, or whatever. I’m still young, I can still make this work, I just have to be a bit more creative, that’s all, and creativity is one of my strong suits.
“Pick up that phone tomorrow and let me know when you’ve got it,” he orders.
“Will do. Bye.”
“Bye, Ray-ray.”
We hang up and I hope to fuck this Jones fellow can head to the mobile phone shop tomorrow and pick up my new phone for me. If that phone call has done anything, it’s convinced me to stay here, with my head down and not make waves for my dad.
I won’t be the reason he is targeted and possibly hurt. No fucking way.
Deciding to make the best of a bad situation, I at least know I will see Richard again tomorrow. That thought excites me. He is just the right amount of sweet mixed in with the bad boy. His vulnerability is sexy, and it brings out the mother hen in me. I want to cuddle him, well, air cuddle him, and make him see that he is worth more than he thinks about himself. Yes, he did me wrong, but he immediately tried to fix it when he noticed the connection between us. Had that not been there, Christ knows where I would be now, but that is something I can’t dwell on. Itisthere and to be quite honest, I felt something when I hugged his twin, as well as when I was sitting next to (I think he must be) their younger brother. Could I have unwittingly landed in the middle of the pack I'm supposed to mate with?
How does that work?
Fate?
Destiny?
Some fucked up luck?
“Or maybe it’s just you projecting and trying to make this situation less shite, you dumb fuck,” I mutter to myself.
But I know. Everyone else might think I’m being hasty and silly.
But time will tell.
And Christ knows, that’s all I’ve got right now.
Time to know them, time to figure this shit out and hope that it all works out the way I think it will.
On that note, instead of heading back upstairs, I walk down the hallway to the TV room and this time, I don’t float about like a fart in a bucket. I march straight up to Cameron and Spencer, sitting side by side on the big, squishy white couch and flop down in between them. Grabbing the game controller from Cameron, I proceed to kick the shit out of Spencer’s avatar, to their utter shock.
Yeah, that’s right, bitchachos. Hot Omega’s got game.
ChapterTwenty-One
Richard
My eyes snap open.
