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Chapter 10
Over the last month I’d
found myself getting out more and more. Mingling among the single alphas, but
no one appealed to me. My heart no longer whined for Kyle, but my memories of
our love had not faded from my memories. Wasn’t sure if it ever would. Sure kept
me from being attracted to an alpha. Some showed interest in me, but no spark
came so I nicely declined with a promise to reconsider.
Half of my supper meals
had been spent with Thomas, yes I’m finally comfortable calling him that, and
his son. We’d eat a nice supper, play a game or two with Joshua then Thomas put
Joshua to bed. Afterwards we spent the rest of the night and sometimes early
morning hours, talking. No specific topic. We’d discuss a show, football game,
watch a movie, or simply sit in silence and sip our coffee or tea. After each
visit I left and slept with no dreams of Kyle. A reprieve. Nothing like waking
from a loving dream only to find yourself in a reality where that much love
would never be again.
That night was going to
be another one of those dreamless nights It eased me as much as breathing in
Kyle’s colnge had.
“Hey, there big man.” I
hefted Joshua over my shoulder as he rounded the corner of the living room
wall.
“Bout time you got here.”
“Joshua.”
“Thomas, he’s fine. I am
a bit late.”
“A problem on the way
over?”
I shook my head and sat
Joshua back on the floor. He took hold of my hand and then snatched Thomas’ and
tugged us down the short hallway.
“No. Just got out of the
kitchen later than normal.”
“Rush before you left?”
“Something like that.” I
hoped Thomas took the hint that it wasn’t something to discuss in front of his
son. He must have, because he pointed at the chair as he walked over to the
stovetop and lifted a pot of the burner.
“Supper is simple
tonight.” He sat a huge cast iron pot of spaghetti in the middle of the table.
“Take your seat while I get the bread.”
“Need me to get the
drinks?”
“I done them earlier.”
Joshua gripped the edge of the chair and scrunched it across the floor as he
scooted it under the table.
“You did?”
“Dad let me fill the cups
with the ice tea we made last night.”
“Bet it’s perfect.”
“You know it is.” Thomas
smiled over at me, making my heart skip a beat or two. Something else that’d
been happening more and more over the last couple of nights with Thomas. I
wasn’t sure why. I mean why would Thomas, a head-strong Coven Leader be drawn to
me. Whoever he chose would be someone who could stand at his side while he led
the coven. That wasn’t me. I was nothing but a Disgraced Magical Being, even if
I wasn’t treated like one. A Coven might allow themselves be led by someone who
worked their way up to leadership rank and then took back over his birth-given
right, but they would not be kind to him if he took up with another Disgraced
Magical Being. Specially an Omega one. Nope. Wouldn’t happen. Wasn’t going to
even go to allow myself to think that it would. It’s why I squashed the first
inkling of attraction flickered through my mind. Not that Thomas would have
treated me poorly. He would have considered me an option. It was just the type
of man he was. He’d give anyone that found a spark to him a chance, but there
was no reason to even to let him know such existed inside me. Nope. Friends.
That all that could be between us. It had taken me a couple of nights to grasp
that concept. Once my mind and heart came to an agreement, I told myself to
buck up and pick an alpha. It’s why I was late tonight. I’d called up Dallas,
the Chef, and told him I had reconsidered his offer to take me out. He’d been
thrilled and chatted on and on about how we’d have a great time going to the
dance tomorrow night. The coven held monthly dances for the single and paired
couples. Most people attended and they were a blast even if you didn’t come
with someone. I’d never danced with anyone at them, but I’d gone to one or two
and sat and chatted with some friends.
“Something wrong with the
meal?”
I smiled over at Thomas
and shook my head as I scooped a forkful into my mouth. Rest of the meal flew
by and since it was so late when I got there we forwent the game night with
Joshua. Young man was exhausted and all but fell asleep at the table. Thomas
had carted him straight to bed while I fixed us a pot of coffee.
“He’s out like a light.”
Thomas’s arm brushed against mine as he picked up his cup of coffee. “What
happened?”
“What do you mean?” I
took a sip and then carried my cup into the living room.
“You were later than
normal. Not that it was a problem then you were pretty absent from the meal.”
Crap. Leave it to me. I
knew the decision I made earlier in the day was the right one, but my heart
still wasn’t into it, but . . . time was running out. In two weeks I’d either
have to be locked away for a couple of weeks, or have an alpha lined up to help
me through my Omega Heat. What to do?
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