Page 28 of Enticing Little Omega
My Omega was pushing at me.
Anton was mine.
And he was hurting.
I couldn't let that stand.
My feet moved before I even realised it. One step. Two. and then my arms were around him, sliding under his broadshoulders, tucking myself into the space he made like I'd never left it.
Anton froze, completely. His whole body stiffened like he didn't know what the hell to do with the comfort.
And then... he just melted.
His arms came around me in a fierce, almost desperate grip, and his body rumbled with a purr so low and deep it vibrated through my ribs.
I closed my eyes and breathed him in, letting myself be held just for a second. Letting myselfhold him back.
This wouldn't fix anything. Not even close to it.
But it was a start.
"Christa," a voice called, pulling us apart. "Unless you're planning on spoon feeding these customers yourself, I've got orders backing up and a grumpy pack out front wondering where their missing Alpha disappeared to."
I stepped back like I'd been caught making out behind the bleachers. Jo was standing in the doorway, hands on his hips, eyebrow arched so high it practically reached his hairline.
"Can I... take my break?" I asked, wiping my hands on my apron and not quite meeting his eyes.
He gave me the longest, most dramatic sigh I'd ever heard. "Yeah, yeah. Take it. Not like I wasn't expecting to lose you soon anyway. Might as well get used to it."
I choked on a laugh. "Jo—"
"Just go," he grumbled, waving me off. "But if they try to claim you before the next rush, I'm charging them for the lost labour."
I suppressed the snort that threatened. Mostly because I didn't know if I wanted to laugh or cry.
Would they expect me to pack up and leave with them if I agreed to become theirs?
Anton held the kitchen door open for me, his hand ghosting against my back as I stepped past him into the diner. Myheart was pounding for reasons I didn't even fully understand. Everything felt too loud. The clatter of plates. The murmur of voices. My own thoughts screaming over one another.
The other members of the pack were in a corner booth by the window. William stood when he saw me, but didn't move any closer. Just watched with steady, soul-searching eyes like he was worried I might bolt at any second.
I didn't.
Instead, I slid into the booth opposite them. Anton followed, sitting beside me. Close, but not touching. And strangely, I didn't feel caged in.
It felt... comforting.
Yet another awkward silence settled over us. Honestly, I was getting kind of tired of not knowing what the fuck to say and how to act.
Then, all at once:
"We're sorry—" Annerly said.
"I didn't think you'd actually come out—" This from Drew.
"Do you want something to eat—" I blurted automatically, defaulting to server mode.
"We shouldn't have—" Anton spoke up from next to me.
