Page 20 of Broken Harmony
“Yes, sir,” the guys all grumble, and I can’t help but laugh at the way three Alphas listen so well to the older Omega.
“I’m going to have to learn how to do that.” I giggle at my uncle.
Giggle. I fucking giggled?Ugh, kill me now.
“Come on.” I clear my throat, pushing past the guys. “We have to stop by the store before we go or this is going to be one long fucking day.”
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“What about these?” Tyson asks, holding up a pack of what looks like underwear.
“That’s for old people, dude!” Ryker snatches it from his hand and puts it back on the shelf.
“How heavy is your flow?” Skyler asks, holding up a bag of pads. “This says it’s good for overnight.”
“Oh!” Tyson holds up a box of tampons. “You could just shove one of these up there,” he chuckles. “Like a plug.”
Ryker’s brows furrow. “That's so tiny, though.”
“These say they line your panties.” Skyler shows me another box. “Don’t look like they would hold much.”
It’s taking everything in me not to be rolling around on the ground laughing right now.Ugh, I love these guys so damn much.
As soon as they snapped out of the weirdI want to fuck youmoment, they went into older brother mode again. Maybe a little bit of Alpha is coming out of them, wanting to make sure I’m taken care of. It’s sweet, honestly.
They have no idea what they are doing right now, but it’s the thought that counts.
“Guys,” I laugh. “We’re in the wrong aisle.”
“We are?” Skyler’s brows furrow. “But you said you need pads.”
“Yes, but these are for Alphas and Betas. Omegas need a completely different kind.” I walk out of the aisle and head into the one next to it.
“Holy shit. There’s so much,” Tyson murmurs.
“This is pretty much everything in the other aisle, but made to block out my scent and help control slick.”
“Why do they cost so much more than the others?” Skyler grumbles. “Just because you're an Omega doesn’t mean you should have to pay more.”
“Maybe it’s because it's harder to make these?” Ryker questions.
“Pretty much,” I answer, browsing the products. “It’s because they’re more expensive to make, too.”
“Stupid,” Skyler mutters.
I smile over at him. “Yeah.”
Not giving them a chance to suggest a million different things again, I grab a few packages of pads, panty liners, and tampons, shoving them in the cart Tyson is pushing.
“Alright, good to go,” I tell them.
In the time it takes us to head to the cash register, the guys have added in a teddy bear, fuzzy socks, three blankets, and some candles.
“And what is all this?” I ask, as I put everything on the conveyor belt.
“You're an Omega,” Ryker says, as if that answers my question.
“And?”
