Page 24 of The Silver Pact
Ian asked me to be his omega. He told me to think about it, but I’m going to say yes. Of course, I’m going to say yes. They are heaven. My dream. A chance to get out of this hell. My escape.
I love them.
Present Day
She likes music and movies about romance. She loves chocolate and ice cream and hot puddings. Silver avoids talking about her past, and if you bring up Onyx, she will clam up completely. Being fed is one of her favourite things, and it makes her go all soft and gooey. She hates dates and pineapple and is afraid of birds but not spiders.
I walked into a room one day and found her standing at Ross’ piano. I stood and watched for half an hour while she taught herself how to play. She’s a natural.
Silver doesn’t ask for anything. She’s grateful for everything. She has a dark sense of humor, laughing hysterically when I managed to accidentally knee West in the balls. The sound had been captivating. Even West thought so, though it took half a day for him to admit.
While West is falling for her, I too, though cautiously, have been falling. Ian is the only one holding out, but even I can see the bond is wearing on him. He’s changing, and he doesn’t even realise it.
I caught him whistling and humming along with Ross one day. He actually took a day off work and stayed home and just sat on the couch with us. I’ve never seen him do that.
They are actually perfect for each other. Both are stubborn and keep their cards close to their chest.
Silver needs to do things. I found that out in the first couple of days, so each day we spend a couple of hours working on the Omega Refuge charity event. Our pack volunteered to take control of the plans. Silver has thrown herself into it with a surprising amount of skill. We work through the day, bouncing ideas off each other and ironing out all the details in half the time I planned.
Ross drags her away to help him with his music and quietly teaches her. I’m not sure if she’s aware that he’s teaching her, but the sound of the two of them makes my heart soar.
Late afternoon brings West, who bullies her into games or movies. They get along like best friends, sitting beside each other, heads angled close, whispering and laughing.
Ian is there on the threshold, and every time he comes close, her aura intensifies. She is acutely aware of him. They are the same, the two of them, they don’t even realise it. Both feel pain and shut themselves away.
The painting of our future is becoming clearer in my mind. I can see it coming together. It just needs a little nudge.
Ian enters the kitchen where I’m blindly staring into space.
“You lost?”
“In space? Yes.”
Ian snorts a laugh. He fills up two mugs with the hot chocolate I’d been cooking and leans into me.
“What’s wrong?”
We haven’t been affectionate with each other for a while. But I find myself leaning into his hard strength, my arms wrapping around him.
“I was just thinking.”
“About?”
“Her.”
Ian stills. “What about her?”
“Forgive her, Ian. What happened was a long time ago, and she probably had reasons.” I lift the cup to my lips and take a mouthful, wincing at the heat. Ian draws back, putting space between us.
“I know. I just…don’t know how.”
“Well, you could try to get to know her,” I suggest.
Ian rolls his eyes. “It’s not that easy.”
“Sure, it is. You go up to her and say, ‘hi, I’m a total dick most of the time, but I’d like to get to know you.’”
Ian glares at me. “Do you enjoy being an ass?”