“I don’t need an Omega. Being with you is enough.”
I roll my eyes and just turn the tables. “You might not need one, but I do.”
Which is a fucking lie, this Alpha needs an Omega so goddamn bad and he just doesn’t seem to have the introspection to realize it. Luckily for him, he has me. Hence why we’re on this gorgeous ship where we’re going to find the most precious Omega to call our own.
He continues tapping his fingers, glancing around the bar. It’s mostly Alphas and other Betas about, though I’ve spotted an Omega or two.
None of the scents really phase me as a Beta, but they have Forrest on edge.
The bartender brings our drinks and I all but shove it into his hand and urge him to drink. I’m not sure how long it’s going to take him to settle down, but if he keeps up with this pouting bullshit, we definitely won’t be leaving this ship with what we came for.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Forrest with my whole heart, but he doesn’t realize how much an Omega would improve our lives. Not only in the physical sense with knotting, but one who can help even out his moods. He needs an Omega he can release all this Alpha energy on. At times his possessiveness can become too overbearing for me.
I’m too independent for his liking, and I just know an Omega will help balance everything out. An Omega for Forrest to nurture and for me, a partner in crime. Maybe Forrest and I are a bit of an opposites attract situation, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. We went into our relationship knowing that we would build a pack, he’s just extremely reluctant to change.
We tried dating back home, but the fact is that the local pool of Omegas is small or seasonal. Forrest also isn’t someone that naturally hits it off with people right away. He can be quiet, blunt, and at times intense. It’s fair to say, dating in our small New Hampshire town hasn't gone well.
In an effort to expand our dating pool I found the cruise and thought it was the perfect solution. It would give us not only a wide variety of Omegas to meet, but also it would give Forrest more time to make connections. He’s an incredible person, his heart too big for his chest at times. I just know if he had theopportunity to take it slow and really connect with an Omega we’d find the one.
Our own romance was months in the making, me being the one who made the first move. I’ll more than likely be the one to take the lead in this situation too, but I don’t mind.
We need an Omega, and we’re going to find the one on this ship who needs us right back.
“I’ll find you the highest maintenance Omega, For, they’ll be needy, beautiful, and wonderful,” I joke and he arches a dark eyebrow at me like he likes the idea of it. No matter how stoic he may be to others, I can read him like a book.
A soft little Omega to spoil is his dream, he just doesn’t realize it yet.
“There’s just a lot of people,” he says, glancing around.
“Then let’s take our drinks and go somewhere quieter.”
“How about back to the room?” he suggests and I shake my head at him.
“No, we’re not hiding away in the suite. Come on.” I grab his arm and squeeze. He sighs, but gets up.
Forrest is a good six inches taller than me, which says something, considering I’m 5’11. My build is that of an athlete who has put his body through hell, and though I’ve never regretted my passion or career choice, my body has paid the price. Forrest, however, is all Alpha. His build is impressively and dauntingly large, even for an Alpha. He doesn’t have rigid muscles from endless workouts but from cutting wood and doing work outside.
He runs a hand through his dark brown hair, there are a few grays around his ears and I can’t help but to be proud that I likely put them there. His hand lands on my shoulder and he squeezes as we head to the elevator and make our way to the upper decks to get some fresh air.
Music boasts on the top deck. There are people dancing by the pool and Forrest grimaces.
“Come on,” I say again, grabbing his hand and dragging him further away from the extroverts.
We lean against the railing, staring at the massive city surrounding us. We don’t come to New York often. We love our small little town, but something about it feels different, almost like a sense of big things to come.
“This is going to be good for us. This is what we need,” I tell him.
He rests his drink on the rail and looks down at me with his dark brown eyes.
“I just want to make sure this is truly what you want. It’s not something you feel you have to do to keep me happy,” he says, and I shake my head.
We’ve been over this so many times as we were planning this trip.
“I grew up in pack life. This is what I’ve always known I wanted. When I had to retire from the pro route, I knew this was what I wanted for us. We’re going to give some Omega the best life and they’ll bring us so much happiness. I just need you to try,” I tell him.
He knows I’m being genuine, he’s just trying to use me as a scapegoat for how uncomfortable he feels in this setting.
The horn of the ship blares three times as the engines start and, ever so slowly, the ship moves away from the dock.