Page 2 of The Dragon's Perfect Omega
He turned around. “Oh hey! There’s the birthday boy. Congratulations! This is where your age of freedom starts, right?”
“Something like that.” I had to laugh. Freedom, right. In reality, I had a couple more years of school ahead of me, and then I was starting in the family business.
“Well, let me make you a gift to commemorate the day.” Derick pulled something out of his pocket. It almost looked like…
“Concert tickets?” I asked when he pressed them in my hand. “Oh my God, are these…?” I stared at Derick. The tickets were for tonight. For my favorite band.Wings of Fate. I’d never even told him how much I liked them. Not even when he was a roadie for them the year before.
I never toldanyone.
Because all the members of that band were dragons.
My family was not a huge fan of dragons.
“I couldn’t… I can’t go. My parents would skin me alive.”
“C’mon. It’s time to live a little. Did you see they’re VIP tickets? I know you want to go, so let’s just go.” Derick said it like it was easy. To him, it probably was. He'd always been like that. Doing whatever he wanted. A rebel. Part of me envied him for that. Sure, I put a racing stripe in my hair, but that was about as rebellious as I got.
Still, these were VIP tickets… And the print said something about a Meet & Greet.
“What’s the worst that can happen?” Derick asked.
I wasn’t really sure how to respond to that question, because he was right. Even if my parents did find out, so what? I’d get a lecture on how humans and dragons weren’t supposed to mix, and that would be the end of it. It wasn’t like my parents would discover myothersecret by hearing about this one.
Besides, my friend had probably paid a lot of cash for these tickets. It would be a shame to let them go to waste.
“Okay, I’ll go with you,” I made myself say, excitement finally bubbling up in me. I was going to see my favorite band!
“Great! I’ll meet you out front at seven and we won’t tell anyone.”
“Yeah, that last part is vital.” More so than he could ever know. There was a reason I never told anyone about my love forWings of Fate. And it wasn’tjustbecause they were dragons. I could've made everyone believe that I was into them because their music rocked. It wouldn't even have been a lie. At least, not a total one. I did like the music.
But that wasn't the main reason I was into them. No, there was another reason I didn’t want to tell anyone about.
Not even Derick knew that I had kept one of the magazines he’d given me because it had pictures of the band members. And every single one of them was hot as hell.
But I wasn't supposed to notice that. I sure as hell wasn't supposed to get off to the idea of meeting one of them. Maybe in my bedroom.
I couldn't be gay. Especially not for dragons. If there was one thing my family hated more than dragons, it was omegas and the men who were into them. They could never know that I fantasized about letting dragons do things to me that other men did to omegas.
No, no one could ever know.
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"You readyfor the show tonight?" My friend Finn slapped my back as we headed down the hallway of the hotel on our way to the restaurant to grab some lunch. "The last one on our tour."
“Readier than ever.” I couldn’t wait to leave this city behind me. It wasn’t that I hated San-Francisco or anything. The rest of the band and I had just been stuck in human territory for far too long now. I itched to shift into my dragon form, spread my wings and fly—which I wasn’t allowed to do while I was here.
The itty bitty humans could be scared.
Internally, I rolled my eyes. There was nothing scary about me or my friends as long as you didn’t piss us off. Finn had brought his own cereal on this trip because he liked the kind that was shaped like dinosaurs. How anyone could think a guy like him could be dangerous was beyond me.
Back home, it was nearly time for summer solstice, and there was no way in hell I was going to miss that. We would even get to provide some of the music this year. They had never let us do this before—another sign that our band was gaining popularity. Still, tours were tiring. I could tell that my band mates Finn and Zed were ready to return home too. They had mates and children waiting for them. I didn't, but that didn't stop me from missing the island. It was the only place I got to be myself.
"We're gonna make it a good show," Zed said, calling the elevator that would take us down to the dining hall.
"I hope there's no crazy fans in this hotel," Finn muttered. I could only agree with him. During our stay in Los Angeles the previous day, some insane girl had tried to jump Zed in the hallway. We weren't so popular in human territory that we'd expect that sort of thing to happen.
