What's An Alpha To Do? BxB (Omegaverse)

Chapter 2 'Picnic' (Dom)

Please remember there will be no spice involving characters under the age of 18

In a voice as calm as I could make it, I asked, "Why?"

Sarah looked directly in my eyes. "Because Cyrus is an Omega."

The shock was clearly evident on my face. "An Omega? You mean he can-"

"Yes" Sarah interrupted, her hand squeezing her mate's over her stomach. "We hope that you won't reject him because of it."

*Mate is an omega!?* Vardor exclaimed.

I jumped to my knees. "Goddess no! How could you think that I could ever do that? He's- he's perfect! This just proves that the Goddess Selene chose the most perfect mate for me. I would never be able to find a more perfect mate if I searched the whole world over. But, I won't lie to you, knowing this means that I will be even more protective of him." Looking at them both closely, I see the tears in his mother's eyes. "Please don't keep him from me. I will cherish him every moment of his life. He will never be in harms way with me. If anything I would actually like to assign him a guard when I can't be with him. But, I understand he is too young for that, and I wouldn't want to step on your toes." I said that last bit while looking at James.

"Thank you." Sarah choked back the tears still in her eyes.

James seemed to ponder my words for a moment. "Okay. We will accept your mate claim. But, you are correct, he is too young for a guard since he is always with one of us. We can discuss that when he gets a bit older." He reached out a hand to me. "Welcome to the family."

I shook his hand and desperately asked, "Does this mean that I can be there for him? That I can keep him once he is older?"

Sarah chuckled as James gave me a critical eye. "You need to understand that Crimson Fang is completely different from Night Frost. It will take us time to accept all the differences, but we won't keep him from you."

I knew there was a lot to unpack in that statement, but I was so happy in that moment, hearing that they would not keep him from me, that I decided to leave it for later. I gave them my biggest smile. The rest of the picnic went well. We called Cyrus over to eat, and he climbed in my lap with his food. We let Cyrus dominate the conversation, and he told us all about the games the children on the playground were playing. Lunch was a simple basket of sandwiches, chips, potato salad, fresh cut fruit, and pasta salad, most of which I had swiped out of the fridge. After finishing all the food, Cyrus went back to play for a bit longer while we cleaned up and repacked the basket. I went to put it back in my truck.

"Hey Dom!" I heard from the parking lot, I turned to see Olivine, a she-wolf that had hopes of being my mate, walking up to me with her sisters, Natasha and Sylvie. Honestly, her voice was too high-pitched for me, like nails on a chalkboard. A terrible shiver ran down my spine every time she spoke.

She'd seemed upset last night when I'd showed no interest in having a conversation with her (granted, I was busy looking for Cyrus.) The guys told me later that she was complaining all night to anyone who would listen that I'd spent the night "carrying around a stupid child" which pissed me off. Of course, she hadn't known about our special connection; my parents and his had all agreed with me that we should hold off the announcement until he was older, for his own protection. Still, it was not her place to question my actions.

"Sup' girls." I gave the two younger ones high fives. They were some of the children I would watch at the pack house when their parents were on duty. The girls were a pair of 8-year-olds, Natasha was a slight child while Sylvie was pudgier; they both had a light-mocha skin tone and chocolate brown eyes, all quite similar to their older sister's.