Page 15 of Such a Brave Omega

There had to be a catch to all his niceness, right? Alphas didn’t just show up, angels in the darkness, and rescue omegas from death. They courted them hard, love-bombed them until they couldn’t think straight, only to leave them lonelier next to their alpha in bed and in life than they had been before them.

And then there was Bronson.

He left for work, putting his number on the table, but I didn’t call. So, he called only a few hours after he left. Was I okay? Did I need anything? He could make it home in only a few minutes if I needed anything.

I wasn’t allowed to ask Ryder to make me a cup of coffee the morning after my miscarriage.

Things got really bad after losing the baby. His meanness and abuse became nonstop. Before that, there were moments of sweetness. Kindness. Even shadows of love.

Not after losing the baby.

I was pathetic.

Worthless.

Useless.

And it was only a matter of time before Ryder said he would find an omega who knew how not to lose a baby.

Claimed I got rid of it on purpose somehow.

The baby in my belly had become my life in those short six weeks.

I would’ve loved that baby with my whole life.

He was the one who struck out, knocked me to the floor, and made me lose it.

So here I was, searching for Bronson’s secrets but finding none.

The man kept his house spotless. There was a chance he had a housekeeper, but he didn’t seem the type. When he drained the tub of water, he rinsed all the bath bomb stuff out and got on his hands and knees to scrub the tub.

People with housekeepers didn’t do that.

This man, this alpha, this wolf male, well, I was quite sure he was my fated mate.

With no dirt to dig up, I made myself at home on the sofa and turned on the TV, going straight to YouTube. I could tell a lot about a male, or any person for that matter, by their watch history and whether or not they had said history turned off.

Bronson not only had his turned on but filled with home repairs and DIY things, along with some sex furniture videos. Not porn but videos from the manufacturers.

Interesting.

I didn’t see any dungeons or shady rooms. Maybe there was a hidden room I didn’t see.

I’d turned on one of the free-with-ads movies and gotten comfortable when I heard the garage door open. It was before midnight, but with the pain medicine-induced napping all day and then another deep sleep when I arrived at his house, I was wide awake.

My tummy fluttered hearing him shut the door to his car and then open the kitchen door afterward. The alarm system announced him as well. Or, rather, announced the entrance of someone.

I panicked for a second, thinking that maybe, somehow, Ryder had found me and was here, until the sweet scent of whiskey and lemon filled my senses.

Turning around, I saw him put his keys on a hook and his wallet and phone in a bowl on the table near a door. Everything he did was with purpose.

“Hi,” I said, not wanting to alarm him. He lived alone. Maybe he’d forgotten I was here at all.

“Hi, yourself. I thought you’d be asleep.”

I shrugged and pushed the button to turn off the TV. “I couldn’t sleep anymore. I feel like I’ve been doing nothing but sleeping for days and days.”

“You kind of have.” He came over to sit next to me. Too far for my liking and my wolf’s craving but close enough that he felt comfortable around me. “Are you hungry?”