Page 69 of Single Omega Dad
Mathias had never knotted me. But it wasn’t for lack of wanting to fully claim the bond that was quickly forming between us. I knew that. He wanted me as much as I wanted him, or he wouldn’t have been showing up on my doorstep every night. He wouldn’t have bought car seats for his car. He wouldn’t have invited me to his place and told me he had a pool and asked me if my boys knew how to swim.
I lay awake for a long time trying to understand. To make sense of him.
By morning, when the kids got up, I’d barely slept.
I tried texting him a simpleGood Morningseveral times but determined my texts were not seen.
All day I brooded, trying not to show my mood to Tybor and Luke. It was a difficult day. I was in my sixth month of pregnancy and it was making me very tired.
That night, I checked my phone probably a hundred times. No texts.
I waited up past ten for Mathias to arrive, as he always did, on my doorstep. But by that late in the evening I knew it wasn’t going to happen.
I went to bed more depressed than I’d been since Drayden had died leaving me and the boys alone.
The next day, I searched online and found Trigg Vandergale. He made it easy, didn’t hide himself at all.
I messaged him.
Have you heard from Mathias? I haven’t seen him since the night we all had dinner together. (And by the way, thank you again for a great evening.)
I checked the text over twice before sending it, making sure I showed no undue emotion. I didn’t want to give much away. Mathias struck me as a private guy, even with his own brother, and I didn’t want Trigg to set off some alarm.
I got an immediate reply.
I’ve been texting him with no answer. Not unusual for me not to get replies from him for as long as two days.
I replied.
Thank you.
But as soon as I hitsend, another text came in from Trigg.
Not meaning to pry, but is this usual for you two?
I thought about lying. Telling him everything was fine. But it wasn’t. I really was hurt. But more, I was worried about Mathias. I kept it simple.
No, it is not usual.
Trigg replied:
I can tell you’re being protective. I’ll check up on him. I won’t tell him you texted, ok?
I actually nodded and smiled at my phone as I typed:
Thanx.
There was nothing more I could do. I had already sent numerous texts to Mathias. Another would be overkill.
If he wanted to break it off, I needed to know. It would hurt. But I would survive. No matter what, that’s what I did for my family, my kids. Survive.
The partial bond between us had already formed threads of emotional links between us. Through them, I could feel him. Unlike with Drayden, where our bond was less emotional and more about convenience, I could feel that Mathias was alive. That much I knew to be true.
Also, underlying my own anxieties and yearning, was an aggravation that was not my own, and nothing to do with me being upset over my lover being absent from my bed for one night. This feeling—I wasn’t sure what the exact emotion was, shame? guilt?—was definitely coming from him, not me.
It had all started when he admitted to me he was taking hormones and I asked him if he was okay. I didn’t think my question invasive or upsetting. But how could I know what he thought in that moment about himself? If something was wrong, he had never hinted about it to me before.
As I heard the boys come in from the yard demanding lunch, I continued to stare at the phone, unmoving.
