Chapter 11 #2
The rest of practice is great, but as we make our way to the locker room to shower and change, I’m back to thinking about Addison.
“I wonder what she’s doing right now?” I sigh as we enter our house.
It’s a five-bedroom mini mansion with a pool, basketball court, and a home theater. Everything two bachelor Alphas could ever want.
Now that life is behind us, I’m going to have to make up one of the guest rooms for Addison. I’ll have to figure out which one would be the best for her to make a nest in as well.
Shit. I know next to nothing about taking care of an Omega. Do they have crash courses for dummies on this? I’ll have to do some research.
“No idea,” Reid says. “But I know what I want to do. Game. I really need to unwind, and nothing does that better than Twisted Valley.”
“Oh fuck.” My eyes widen as my head snaps toward Reid in dread.
“What? What's wrong?”
“We’ve been so caught up in Addison, we forgot about PastelPrincess.”
His face falls. “Fuck,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Fuck!”
“Ahh, Reid?” I rub the back of my neck. “Is it bad that now we have Addison, all my feelings for Princess are gone? I mean romantically. She’s still one of our best friends, but now that I think of it, I don’t think I want to be with anyone but Addison.
No.” I shake my head. “I know I don’t. Other girls are not a thing in my mind anymore. ”
“No. Because I feel the same way.”
“Good thing we never told her about our feelings, huh?” I chuckle. “That would have been awkward.”
“This scent match thing is weird. Like, how it can make feelings you’ve had for so long just go away.”
I shrug. “It’s fate, man. She wasn’t meant to be ours. Addison is.”
“Yeah, but still. Is it going to be weird playing with her now?”
“I don’t think so. She’s just a friend, and that's all we’ve ever been.”
“Maybe we should hit up Death and tell him to go for it. Princess is still an amazing girl. She deserves to be happy, and Death isn’t fooling anyone. He likes her just as much as we do. Well, did.”
“Couldn’t hurt to say something.” I shrug.
We head into our gaming room. We each have our own side with our computer setups all decked out.
Once I log on to Twisted Valley, I don’t see Death or PastelPrincess online. “Want to do our own campaign, or do we want to join someone else's?"
“We could do our own.”
Reid is right, Twisted Valley was just the thing we needed to wind down. We’re just finishing a round when we get a message in the group chat.
PastelPrincess: Hey, guys. Sorry, I haven’t been on much. A lot is going on at home. I can’t play tonight, have to catch up on streaming. It’s been a few days. But wanna play tomorrow?
WaffleMaster_135: Yeah, sure. We have to work during the day, but we can. Same time tomorrow night?
PastelPrincess: Perfect! Hope all is well. Have a good night xox
Before, those xox’s would make me smile, but now I feel weird. “Should we be talking to another girl?” I ask Reid, spinning around in my chair to face him.
He blinks a few times, thinking. “I don’t know. It’s not like we’re doing anything wrong.”
“But we had feelings for her before. Is that fair to Addison?”
“I mean, we could just not play until we talk to Addison about it.”
“But I just told Princess we’d play tomorrow.” I sigh.
“Then we play. I don’t think it’s that big of a deal. And if it’s something Addison doesn’t like, then we stop. Simple. Don’t overthink it.”
“I’m done gaming for the night. I think I’m gonna just chill and watch some streams on StreamPunk before I go to bed.”
“‘Kay, I’m gonna play on my own for a bit and go to bed too.” He answers back.
Spinning around, I pull up the StreamPunk website and log in. I click on my favorite streamer and watch him play for a bit.
Eventually, I get bored and start scrolling through the people I’m subscribed to. Nothing is pulling my attention.
That is, until I stumble on a very familiar pair of bright blue eyes and pink hair.
“Holy fuck!” I gasp, bolt out of my chair, and gape down at my phone screen.
“What?” Reid asks. “What’s wrong?” I feel like he’s been asking me that a lot lately.
And this time, I think I might be losing my mind.
“Please tell me I’m not seeing things?” I ask, holding my phone up to show Reid.
His eyes grow wide. “Is that Addison?" He takes my phone to get a closer look.
“She’s a streamer?” He asks, looking up at me with surprise.
“I don’t know.” I wave my hand to the phone. “But I’m guessing she is, because that's Addison, unless there’s another girl out there who is a copy-and-paste version of her.”
“Wait. You’re on StreamPunk. How would you be seeing her account if you’re not subscribed to her?”
He’s right. She wouldn’t pop up on my news feed unless I’m an active member of her stream account.
“Trust me, dude, I’d remember if I’ve watched her streams. What's her screen name?”
“Uhhh.” He looks, checking for me, and then his face goes white as a ghost.
“What?!” I frown. “What’s wrong?”
“I think the universe is either playing some kind of sick joke on us, or giving us the best gift known to mankind,” he says in disbelief.
“Give me that.” I snatch my phone back from him and look at the screen name. PastelPrincess. “No,” I whisper.
I subscribed to PastelPrincess out of support, hoping my monthly payment would help, but I didn’t check out her page to see who she was, wanting to try and keep my promise of not watching her content.
“Yes,” Reid says, laughing. “Carson. Fucking hell, Addison is PastelPrincess. Our Omega is the girl we’ve had a thing for, for years. The girl we were going to confess our feelings to was our best friend. The girl we spent years playing online with.”
“Holy shit,” I say in disbelief, a smile takes over my face as it sinks in. “Holy fucking shit.” Happiness, relief, excitement, they all hit me at once.
“This is wild, man.” Reid runs his hands through his hair, leaning back in his seat. “So this is what Princess looks like.”
“She’s fucking smokin’ hot.” I grin like a fool. “And she’s our Omega. Pinch me, man.”
Reid leans over and pinches my leg.
“Ouch, what the fuck?!” I rub at the sore spot.
“You said to pinch you.” He gives me a smug grin.
“Not literally! That hurt. I hope our Omega is nicer to me than you are.”
Reid’s face drops. “She’s our Omega.”
“Yeah, man, I just said that.” I raise a brow.
“She’s PastelPrincess.”
“Yessss.” And I thought I was the slow one.
“The same Princess that Death, the guy who is also one of our best friends, has a thing for.”
And now my smile drops. “Fuck him,” I snarl. “She’s ours. He can’t have her.”
“Well, yeah. I know that. But what if he plans on doing something about his feelings, though?”
“Then we beat him to it.”
“We can’t tell Princess who we are yet. What if that changes the way she sees us? She’s already been served a lot, recently. I say we ease her into it once we’ve spent some time with her.”
“Too late. We bit her. She’s ours. No take-backs.” I glare at him. Reid spins around and starts typing on his computer. “What are you doing?”
Leaning over his shoulder, I watch him go to the group chat with just Death, him and me.
NotSoGrimReaper: Hey, man. Sorry, this message is coming out of nowhere.
I have no idea how to let you know this, so I’m just going to come out with it.
Waffle and I met up with Princess this past weekend, and, well, we’ve confessed our feelings for her.
We’re sorry, it kind of just happened. We didn’t plan for it.
We just wanted you to know that we’re kind of a thing with Princess now.
“Harsh, man. No foreplay or anything? You just thrust it right in there.”
“Shut up,” Reid mutters.
“What if he hates us? I don’t want him to hate us. I like the guy. He’s one of our best friends, and I don’t want to lose that.”
“It’s not like he’s ever said anything to us about his feelings for her. He doesn’t have a claim on her like we do. We’re literally her scent matches. Do you want to share her with some guy we’ve never actually met? Friend or not.”
“No,” I mutter. “I don’t play well with anyone but you.”
“My point exactly. At least now he won’t say anything to her about his feelings.”
My eyes flick to the screen, and I see that Death has messaged back. “You sure about that?” Anger boils in my veins.
Reid turns back around to read the screen. This man can’t be for real. He has got to be fucking kidding me! I’m going to find Death and beat his ass, so help me god.
FatalDe@thWish: Well. Did not expect that. But alright then. I see how this is going to be. Shame it had to come to this, but you’ve left me no choice.
FatalDe@thWish: You see, that's not going to work for me. Because I, too, have feelings for Princess. And by feelings, I mean I’m obsessed with her.
In love with her. And seeing how this is the real world, there’s no dibs on people.
Princess has the right to be with whoever she wants to be with.
It’s only fair I tell her my feelings as well.
I’ll be shooting my motherfucking shot, and I don’t take losing well. I won’t go down without a fight.
FatalDe@thWish: Game on, boys. May the best Alpha win.