The Alphas’ Exceptional Omega (SOS Omegaverse #3)

Chapter 1 Angus

Chapter one

Angus

Lunch at On the Fly had put me in a mood. Usually, I had a good time joking with my buddies, but this time all they could talk about was the physical change in me and what it was like to live with two omegas. Driving home, I kept going over everything they’d said.

“It’s obvious living around that unmated omega is doing you good. You don’t even walk with a cane anymore.”

“Why don’t you mate the boy? If you don’t, the government will come and pick him up.”

How did they even find out he was at my house? We’d done our best to keep it a secret, but Jessup was a small town and the people in it were nosey as hell.

When I forcefully pushed those thoughts away, there was Colt, standing in my mind’s eye looking as sexy as ever and looking at me with those vulnerable gray eyes.

For a while, he’d avoided me like the plague, but I wasn’t having it.

I forced him to start coming around again.

Now, he was having dinner with us again on the days he helped out, but he was sure keeping himself at arms’ length.

I missed the days he used to help me with physical therapy in my bedroom, and we’d get up to some shenanigans afterward. But I didn’t need physical therapy anymore, and Colt didn’t seem inclined to continue the rest of it.

I’d been happily married for forty years before my Lucy passed away from a sudden heart attack a few years ago, not long before I fucked up my legs in an accident with a hay baler.

The last thing I expected was to fall for a man, much less another alpha.

What can two alphas do? Well, they could give each other hand jobs, that much I knew.

But I certainly would like a piece of Colt’s round ass.

Sighing, I took a right onto the road leading to my ranch.

That was never going to happen. No self-respecting alpha would allow a cock up his ass.

Maybe he wised up and realized he was messing around with a man twenty-five years his senior. Maybe he got a beta boyfriend he’s screwing.

Maybe he has no idea how you feel because he’s not a mind reader, Angus Alfred Angel.

That was decidedly Lucy’s voice. I’d gone four years without a word, and suddenly she was talking to me in my head.

Maybe it was old age.

Angus!

“All right, honey,” I said aloud. Sheesh. I was being nagged from the grave.