Fuck.
With Max around, I don’t stand a chance with Cyra. I might smile easier, make people laugh, but he’s protective, strong, always there, and nobody can compare to that. Who’d want anyone else when they can get an Alpha cerberus? That’s not a fight I’m going to win. But I’m not giving up either. I’m definitely not giving up. As long as he’s still trying to run from his feelings and she’s not really set her eyes on him, then I’ve still got a chance, no matter how slim.
Hell. Why am I feeling this competitive over a human girl? That makes no sense.
I’ve obviously been stuck inside for way too long. I’ve obviously not been around enough Omegas lately, or I wouldn’t even think things like this. This is so unlike me. I don’t get all worked up over people, I don’t.
I jerk at my tie, nearly choking myself before I loosen it a little. My head has been spinning all week, going in all different directions and it all makes so little sense to me. Why is this all so strange? Why am I reacting to Cyra this way? Why am I getting jealous of Max? It’s not, this is not me.
Max and I dropped Cyra’s dress and shoes off at her place last night, right as she returned from work, and at least she didn’t look upset to see us this time. She looked tired though, and like she’d given up on the world.
But that might have had to do with her work, or something, I don’t know, she mumbled something along those lines. She did try to look happy when she saw us. I decided that if I can get a day with her for myself, I’m going to take her to a spa or some other relaxing thing, give her a real day off.
Every time I’ve seen her, she’s looked exhausted. And with how upset she got when we spoke about money, the repairs and the dress and all, I guess I can see why she’s tired all the time.
Maybe I can get another deal like this with her, but just a ‘date’ where we hang out and she can really relax for a day. A spa. A day at the beach. Something like that. Something that will get her to relax.
Yes. If tonight doesn’t end in total destruction, I’m going to ask her that. She might be human, but she’s a good person and she deserves some time off from her stressful life too.
I meet my own eyes in the mirror. Yes. That’s what I’m going to do. It’s innocent enough, and it’s not like it’s just me trying to give her more money or something. I like the times I’ve talked to her, she’s good company, so it’s also a little bit of selfishness from my side.
That sounds like a, very tentative, plan.
It does mean having to survive tonight first, though...
Max and I are standing awkwardly in front of the building where Cyra lives, all dressed up, the limo waiting in the street behind us. Now I’m actually paying a little more attention to what’s going on around us, I can scent that this area doesn’t just have humans living in it, but it’s a mix of humans and shifters.
I guess that in areas like this, poorer neighbourhoods, it’s more common for everyone to live side by side, unlike in the more expensive neighbourhoods, where each shifter clan tends to have their own area where they live, usually their own street, or even a whole set of streets.
I live close to my family and clan. Max lives near his parents and his cousin, and a whole host of other family members, all on the same two streets. Most shifters live in clan ‘clusters’, and we usually don’t get any humans in the neighbourhood, unless they’re cleaners or nannies or whatever, but never as neighbours.
The door opens and Cyra steps through it. Her hair is in slight curls around her head, carefully framing her already delicate features, making her look even prettier.
We thought that the dress we’d chosen would look good on her, but to see her wear it... It’s even better.
As she requested, it’s not very revealing, skin-wise anyway. The neckline doesn’t dip very low, not even showing much of a cleavage, which is a miracle almost, and with the high up sleeves, it all covers her skin pretty well. But nothing can hide how well her curves fill out the dress, how perfectly it highlights every beautiful part of her. The design accentuates her plentiful chest, her slim waist and her broad hips. Okay, sure, the dress might not be ‘revealing’, but it’s plenty sexy, plenty, plenty sexy.
“Hey...” She carefully walks over, her footing not very steady on the uneven pavement and I quickly make my way over to her, holding my arm out to her so she can hold onto me. We don’t want her to fall before we even make it to the party.
The moment I get close to her, something animalistic shoots through me. This scent... The scent of a well-burning campfire. Hot, clean, intimate. It’s... It’s... I want to break from my skin, let my centaur out, get hold of whoever this scent belongs to. I need this person. This person is mine and I have to have them.
“Liam?” Cyra eyes me, her gaze uncertain, a little scared.
“Sorry.” I shake my head, clearing the fog out, though some of it keeps lingering. What the fuck just happened? “Sorry. I thought I...” I shrug, holding my arm out to her again. I thought I scented my Omega
