2. Blake

2

Blake

My attention drifts to the clock, a fantasy moving the minute hand thirty minutes forward so I can walk out the front door. Owning a gaming company sucks ass and I should have never brought up my idea to my Alphas. I just wanted to play video games and veg out in my nest until the end of time but no , I had to use all my intelligence and drum up the newest game of the year—Starlight Falls. It's been a big hit, an entire company created to support it with spinoffs and even a sequel scheduled for early spring next year.

I'm ecstatic.

I'm also furious that I decided to work.

Sure, I'm not a big fan of taking care of the house either but both of my Alphas have more money than they know what to do with. Neither one of them needs this business either, registered under our pack Alpha's name: Keller Industries. It's not fancy but it's the only way anyone would accept me as CEO of the company. Had to have my damn Alpha as part of all decisions and he had to attend work with me.

It's not a hardship staring at him across the hall through a few panes of glass, his piercing hazel-green eyes always staring right through me. His entire face is chiseled to perfection, nearly black hair cupping his face and the briefest of beards adorning his chin. I fucking love running my fingers along the edge of his jaw or rubbing my cheek against it so that he's covered in my sweet scent.

Luther doesn't mind my antics, although he's told me off more than once. It's a good thing I find it hot rather than off-putting. Grayson, on the other hand, is an entirely different breed of Alpha. Where Luther is all intense and terrifying to most people, Grayson has this free aura that draws everyone to him. Long brown hair cascades around his shoulders, his ocean-gray eyes soft and light. Where Luther is tatted beneath those form-fitted suits, Grayson is pierced. His left ear, nose, and his gorgeous cock that's all for me.

I've mentioned piercings to Luther once or twice but he just fucked me unconscious to show me that he didn't need metal to complete the job. I still fantasize about it though.

Grayson is nearly as tall as Luther but thinner, both of them exuding power in their own way.

Sometimes I joke with myself that Luther is my devil and Grayson is my Greek god. It's not an entirely fair comparison but Grayson is soft where I'm concerned and Luther keeps me on the straight and narrow. For the most part.

"Babe." Someone snaps in front of my face and I snarl at him before realizing Grayson is standing a few inches from me, a scowl on his face. He's holding a folder to his chest, no doubt something from the design studio. He brings my ideas to life in a way that I was failing to do before the company was started. His employees are fantastic on that front as well, doing the things I'd rather stay away from. "Blake, look at me. Have you eaten today?"

My bored expression sours as I grant Grayson a timid smile before pushing my chair away from him. There are many things that make me a terrible Omega in the eyes of society. Not wanting to cook or clean. Not catering to my Alphas. Deciding to work instead of staying home and popping out kids.

Oh, and not taking care of myself.

"Fucking hell, Blake. We don't ask for much but you're working too hard these days. I know there's a deadline but you can't skip meals." Grayson raises an eyebrow, gesturing across the hall to Luther who is currently arguing with someone on the phone. "Just imagine what our Alpha would have done if he found out you weren't eating."

My expression sours further. Luther would have my ass if he knew that I skipped lunch. It wasn't on purpose. There were meetings and then I got caught up with Rachel who is coding a new avatar for Starlight Falls II. I might be turning 24 in two weeks but it doesn't matter. I'm still their precious Omega and while Grayson might coddle me into taking care of myself, Luther won't.

"It wasn't on purpose, Gray."

"It never is. Let's get some food in you."

"It's almost time to leave. We can just-"

Grayson plants his ass on the edge of my desk and leans closer, his earthy scent filling my nose. He grabs the arm of my chair and drags me close until we're shadowed by a curtain made of his own hair. "There is no just , Blake. I brought you a sandwich and some water before you pass out from over-exertion." He bares his teeth at me when I open my mouth to argue, my entire body immediately needing to obey him. Grayson is rarely ever dominant with me. "You don't need to prove yourself anymore, Blake. You've already done that. Now, it's time to take care of your body because I've seen what happens when you don't."

I want to throw a little fit but that won't get me anywhere. It might get me fucked but also humiliated when everyone in the entire building smells my goddamn scent through the halls. I also know what happens when I don't take care of myself. Fainting in front of the board from over-exerting my body is still one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.

Omegas aren't built for hard labor or long days. It's a curse I have to live with.

I sigh and push up the round glasses that sit faithfully on my nose before scooting a little closer.

Grayson waits for me to reach for the little circle sandwiches served in the deli on the first floor attached to this building. We rent the 10 th floor and part of the 9 th but it was the cute little eateries that helped me decide where to land my business.

I unwrap it and stuff the cucumber sandwich into my mouth, smiling up at Grayson for his approval. He chuckles at my chipmunk cheeks as I start to chew, my Alpha bending down to kiss my forehead. "Good boy," he whispers against my skin, a delightful chill running down my spine and then making a beeline for my dick. "Swallow that and maybe we'll go out to that diner you like."

I start chewing faster, nearly choking on the sandwich before Grayson hands me the water bottle. The bastard knows that I would do anything to show up at that diner every fucking night if I could. After all, the love of my life is there. A love that I can't indulge. My Alphas let me ogle the poor guy to my heart's content but it's never enough. We all know he's mine.

That Luca has always been mine.

But this world isn't fair to Omegas.

Especially not two Omegas.

Someone clears their throat, a wonderfully delicious sound. I look up at the entrance to my office to see Luther prodding through it, stopping at the edge of my desk and taking in the empty sandwich wrapper and half-empty water bottle. "I assume that Grayson promised you dinner at the diner. Blake, I hate taking you there. You know that, right?"

Despite all of Luther's gruffness, he's wonderful. Absolutely perfect. And he despises not being able to give me what I want. Which is Luca.

My shoulders fall as I finally swallow and place the water bottle back onto the desk. "I know, Alpha but I can't stop. I need him like I need you guys even though it's not fair to say." A tremble starts in my lower spine before my entire body is shaking lightly, the thought of being separated from Luca invading my mind. We spent most of our childhood together and a few college years before he dropped out to appease his parents.

In all that time, I just knew that Luca was going to be my Beta. He hadn't presented at an early age like I did and we had plans. Plans that involved Grayson who wasn't much older than us. Not that Grayson knew or even knows now. But months before we were set to graduate, everything changed. Luca was an Omega, a new Omega at the age of 20. It was rare but not unheard of and everything I struggled through during puberty, he was struggling through as an adult. Add on how everyone changed around him and it was nearly impossible to see our dream come to life.

Even more so now with that Alpha's bite in his neck.

A bite I wish I could have given him.

Luther's growl pulls me out of my thoughts and I grimace, finding myself curled up in my Alpha's lap. He's sitting in my chair with my head tucked beneath his chin, arms wrapped protectively around my back. No doubt my scent gave away my thoughts.

"I fucking hate being an Omega, Alpha. It's fucking ridiculous."

"And I wouldn't have it any other way, Blake. You're meant to be an Omega, just the way you are. You're perfect for us and I would never change that for the world. Whether that one day includes Luca or not, you're still perfect the way you are. Finish up and let's head over to the diner, alright?" Luther kisses my forehead, holding me a little tighter before setting my feet on the floor.

Then he leaves my office like I didn't just have a mini breakdown over not having my Omega by my side. Grayson remains silent the entire time and I just brush him off. "I'm fine."

"You're not fine, babe and that's okay. This is an impossible situation to be in." He kisses my forehead too and follows Luther's exit but not before I catch the hurt lingering in his eyes. For a moment, I want to believe that he needs Luca just as much as I do, that the connection between Luca and our pack is more than just me.

And then I realize, that's just my selfish heart wanting more than I'm allowed to have.

I tell myself that this will be the last night at the diner, that I'll finally say goodbye to my obsession and focus on the company.

I also know that I'm lying.