Page 5 of Rhythm Of Our Souls
“Little?” he huffs. “Nothing little about me,big brother. Just ask the ladies,” he teases.
“Gross. Don’t need to know about your sex life,” I chuckle.
“At least one of us has one. When was the last time you got any, Liam? Did you know, if you don’t use your dick enough, it’s going to shrivel up and fall off? Seeing as how you have maybe... what, three, four inches to work with, you can’t be taking that risk.”
“Oh fuck off, you little shit,” I growl as he starts to laugh. “Did you call just to ask me about my sex life and mock my dick? Which isn’t small by the way. Unless eight inches is considered small.”
“Mhhmm. Sure.Eight.Yeah, whatever you say,” he continues to yank my chain.
“Skyler,” I growl.
“Fine, fine,” he chuckles. “I didn’t call to remind you about your tiny dick. I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing.”
The smile on my face falls, the mood sobering. With a heavy sigh, I sit on the edge of my bed, head in my hand. “Not so good.”
“Shit. What happened?” He drops any hint of playfulness.
“Got fired,” I mutter.
“What? Why! You're amazing at your job—like the best. Why the fuck would you get fired?”
“Why do you think?”
He’s quiet for a moment. “If those fuckers weren’t already in jail, I’d find them and kick their asses for fucking up your life. You shouldn’t have to pay for their mistakes.”
“No. But I am. And there’s honestly nothing I can do about it.”
“This isn’t fair,” he growls.
“No. But that’s life. Sadly.”
“That’s fucking bullshit.”
“Yup,” I sigh.
“What are you going to do now?” he asks.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “I was so damn close. Only another year away from having enough to buy a house. Maybe go back to school, get a business degree. I regret fucking around at Calling Wood. I should have taken my education more seriously.” I was stupid, not thinking I needed a career in anything, because the guys and I talked and agreed I’d be the one to stay at home with our Omega and raise kids, because I love them. So why would I need a degree?
That didn’t work out the way I planned, and I screwed myself over in the process.
Now, I want to go back to school; maybe open my own security company after that. But for more Omega-based jobs.
Maybe it’s the fact that I’m an Alpha, or maybe it’s my past trauma talking, but I want to make sure Omegas aren't put into a vulnerable situation. At Calling Wood, they have their Beta guards to look after them. But what about Omegas outside those walls?
Hiring private security costs more than most people can afford.
I want to provide them with a more affordable option.
“If it’s money you need—” he starts, but I cut him off before he can finish.
“I’m not taking your money, Skyler,” I growl. “We’ve been over this.”
“Why are you so damn stubborn?” he huffs. “I have more money than I know what to do with. Mom let’s me help her out, why can’t you?”
“Because I’m a grown Alpha,” I growl.
“You’ve always taken care of everyone else. When are you going to let someone take care of you?”
