“Let’s go.”
Apparently Emmett and I are both not huge fans of plays as we grab a beer and sit on some shaky wooden bench together as Shyla sits closer to the stage with Kelsey and Cameron. From what I’ve gathered, it’s a love story that’s supposed to be funny. But I just don’t get it. People running around the stage dressed like wizards and shit. I take a deep swig of my beer and sigh.
“You’re doing a good job,” Emmett says next to me.
“What?” I ask, looking at the beautiful blond Beta.
“You’re trying. We can all see it.” I gruffly nod my head. “It means a lot to everyone. Shyla is trying too. Look how happy they are,” he says, pointing down to Kelsey and Cameron.
“And you?” I ask him.
“What about me?”
“Are you happy?”
He looks up at me, smiling. “This is what I’ve dreamed of all of my life. Honestly, I have a very easy life, I’ve had a lot of things handed to me. I’m willing to put in whatever effort it takes to make this all work.”
“You’ve always wanted a pack?”
“Yeah, I had five Alpha dads, you know?” he says.
“Fuck, your mom was probably ripping her hair out,” I joke, and Emmett laughs. God, what is it about this Beta that is so easy-going? It seems like no matter what position he is in, or who he’s around, he’s just able to make people comfortable.
“It makes it easier when your husbands are also boyfriends, ya know?” he says, and I feel a pang of guilt. Everyone else has been connecting, making our Omegas happy. Who is worrying about Emmett?
“Would you like to go on a date this week?” I blurt out.
“What, with Kelsey and Cameron?” he asks, sipping his beer.
“No, just you and me.” He looks at me wide-eyed and smiles.
“That’s something that you would like?”
“Like you said, life is easier when the husbands are also boyfriends.” He belts out a laugh and puts his hand on top of mine. I’m not used to dealing with someone romantically with this amount of confidence, but I gotta say I don’t hate it.
“You know, Kelsey has been drawing us in a lot of very salacious positions,” he says.
“Is that so?”
“Girl’s got a very good imagination.”
“Hmm,” I say, drinking my beer. Some interesting positions pop into my head. What exactly did she draw where this Beta and I were interacting that has him looking at me like that?
The show ends, and the crowd is whistling and clapping. While the crowd is distracted, Emmett grabs my jaw, making me spill a good portion of my beer and placing a chaste kiss on my lips.
“Sounds like a date then,” he says as he nearly skips down the arena to meet the rest of our party.
Did I just get Alpha’d by a Beta?
Jousting, too much food, various people watching, and a hypnosis show later, I’m feeling far more relaxed than when we first got here. I’ve watched and not interacted with Shyla, and I’ve come to realize we have a lot of the same reactions to things. Maybe she isn’t as bad as I thought. Our three misfits, Emmett, Kelsey, and Cameron have all had massive smiles plastered over their faces all evening and that’s truly all I need to be happy.
“Can I have a bite?” Kelsey asks, eyeing my funnel cake fries.
“Mmm, open up,” I tell her. She smiles, bouncing on the balls of her feet. She obediently opens her lips and I enjoy putting it on her tongue just a little too much. As she chews and leans into me, she hums in approval. I look over to my left and Shyla is splitting a pretzel with Cameron, who is laughing and touching her leg.
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” she says, smiling at me. When I look down at her beautiful dirty blonde hair wavy with braids, her green and pink flower crown in her hair, I can’t help but to smile and lean in and kiss her.
“Happy looks good on you, Kelsey.”