“Do you think she would be open to meeting us?” Grayson asks softly, straightening his glasses. “Only if you’re okay with it too.”
Am I? Surprisingly, the answer is yes. Not only because it’s not my choice, but I trust these guys. Being around them feels so easy as if I’ve known them for ages. It also makes me realize that I want to say yes to joining them for practice runs and, hopefully, signing with them.
“I can’t speak for her, but before coming over she seemed open to chatting. She said she needed a few minutes by herself to calm down, that’s why she stayed behind. Nash is with her.”
Jack lets out a full belly laugh. “You left her with Nash? Dude, we need to go save her, Nash is probably driving her insane.”
“She seemed to handle him just fine,” I let out a small chuckle as I started back in the direction where I left her. “He implied my panic attack was all part of an act, and we staged her swooping in to save me to get more attention.”
“Fucking dick,” Grayson mutters under his breath.
“She let him have it, don’t worry. She even made him apologize to me.” All three of them laugh at that as we round the corner and Nash comes into view. He is pacing the room, talking to someone on the phone. I look around for Savvy, but I can’t see her anywhere.
Nash spots me and quickly hangs up before rushing over, the look on his face immediately putting me on edge. “Kid, you have to call your girlfriend, she was freaking out about something and then bolted. I tried chasing after her, but I wasn’t quick enough and lost her.”
“She’s gone?” I ask, the words coming out broken. “I never got her number Nash.” I stare at the older Alpha pleadingly, begging him silently to tell me she’s not gone.
“Fuck Kid, I don’t know what to tell you. One second she was asking me who you went to talk to, and the next, she was freaking the fuck out. I just mentioned the band might want to sign the both of you, and she went white as a ghost.”
“It wasn’t your place to tell her that.” Hale points out, sounding pissed off.
Nash pats his pockets before letting out a sigh. “Why did I choose this week to quit smoking? Listen, I agree I should have waited for you guys before saying anything, but I doubt she would have reacted any better. She was terrified at the thought.”
“You don’t know that,” I growl out, starting to feel pissed off. “I would have been here to comfort her. She’s my sc-” I stop myself from finishing my sentence, not wanting anyone else to know Savvy’s secret.
“I did comfort her, my alpha instinct went haywire, and I had her on my lap, purring for her and shit. She was fine afterward, said she needed the bathroom, and then took off.”
I hate the fact that he touched her, but I get it, as alphas it’s our natural instinct to look after and protect those who need it.
I also hate the fact that, as much as I want to blame Nash for everything, I can’t. I also know he was right when he said she would have ran even if I was here. Omegas run when they’re spooked, but as her alpha, I should have been here to chase after her.
Are you her alpha?A voice in my head that sounds identical to my dads asks me.You’re so desperate for someone to love you, that youcling onto the first girl to show you any affection. She probably just felt sorry for you and bailed as soon as she could. Who would want anything to do with a weak, pathetic alpha who gets stage fright? Your new friends probably feel sorry for you too. There is no way they want someone unreliable like you joining their band.
I slump down on the couch, rubbing my hands over my face. Hale is talking to Nash, but I tune them out. I know it’s just my own insecurities talking, but some of it is true. I was never shown much affection while growing up, and none at all after my mom died. I’m desperate for a connection, and I thought I had that with Savvy.
My teacher for Omega and Alpha dynamics said that when you meet your scent match, you fall fast and hard. He bonded with his scent match two days after meeting her, and they have been together for nearly thirty years. So, feeling the connection I have with Savvy isn’t that far-fetched if she is an omega. But maybe I am so desperate for someone to love me that I’m imagining everything in my head.
Her scent, as faint as it is, is utterly intoxicating. It’s a playful blend of warm, toasted marshmallows—a sugary, slightly smoky aroma - combined with an undercurrent of a crackling fire that intensifies when she’s excited. I never thought I’d enjoy camping, but her scent makes me want to pitch a tent, as long as she’s there with me.
I lift my head, looking at the four guys surrounding me. I felt a connection with them straight away, but what if that was also in my head?
Jack comes over, throwing an arm around my shoulder as he drops down next to me. “Nash will keep an eye out here for her and let you know if she comes back. I don’t know how much help the band can be, but we got your back, dude, whatever you need.”
“Did you mean it?” I ask them, hating how vulnerable I sound. “You’re really interested in playing with me? I’m a fucking mess as you can see.” I let out a bitter laugh.
Hale’s eyes soften. “We all have our own baggage, dude, why would we judge you for yours?’
“We don’t want just anyone,” Grayson says from next to Hale. “The three of us are family, and we want someone who fits into it. You’re the first person who has felt like the pack to us.”
I look at Jack, and he just shrugs. “What Gray said, now will you put me out of my misery and agree to play with us?”
“I still have three months left before I graduate. A little less than that before I turn eighteen.”
“That’s okay, we can stick around here until you’re done.” Hale waves his hand through the air like he’s swatting away my concerns.
“It’s that simple huh?” I can’t help but let out a little laugh.
“For the right person? It’s that simple.”
