From Omega to Alpha

Chapter 9

A/N: As you lovelies may have noticed, I have given up on writing a From.. to  at the start of each chapter because every time I did I spent around 20 minutes trying to come up with something and when I was looking back at past chapters they just sounded so..cringey XD but if you guys like them then please do tell me and Ill bring em back! Enjoy 😊

Chapter 9
It's been a week since that overgrown furball graced me with his stupid canines and surprisingly, he hadn't come after me. I thought an alpha male had the whole 'possessive and lets make babies as fast as possible' thing going on but turns out, I got lucky with my one. I snorted at the prospect of having children. I would be the last person on earth anyone would want to raise kids with. Fortunately, Jake had come back unscathed although he had a few scratches here and there. He said that Xavier had "let me go after you ran" which was even more confusing.

"Nattie, what do ya think about changin' those mouldy curtains you got suspended in tha air?"

Old fluffy didn't seem like the type to let his prey go easily. Which brought me back to my original question. Why had he let me go so easily? I mean sure I wasn't the ideal mate but I would've expected him to come and drag my ass back to his cave or something but no. Not that I was hoping he'd come for me. I really wasn't. They day he comes for me will be the day he regrets all the life decisions he made.

Calloused fingers snapped in front of my face and I blinked out of my daze. Startled, I exclaimed, "Huh, yes! Yes that's great I'll have one too."

Tom rolled his eyes at me. "Nattie, were ya even listenin' to a word I told ya?"

I grinned. "Of course I was. You were talking about food again."

What else would he have been talking about? Living in a house full of boys after a few years taught me a need-to-know fact about the male population: they were obsessed with girls but would sacrifice their love life if food was on the line. And my boys never stopped talking about their bloody banana chips and chicken wings and all that other stuff they punched each other out of the way for. I shook my head. Helpless, they were.

"That does it. I've had enough of this 'I'm in love with my mate why isn't he coming for me' thing you've got going on Nat."

Standing in the doorway was Ben, his arms crossed in disbelief. "Ever since that mutt bit you you've been spacing out every five seconds. No doubt thinking about your Xavier."

I growled at him in annoyance. "I have NOT been spacing out every 5 seconds you buffoon."

He raised his eyebrows at me and Tom gestured meaningfully to the big window on our left.

"What on earth are you doing?" I asked him in bewilderment.

"Provin' a point to ya."

I ground my teeth in annoyance. "What point?"

Again, he gestured to the window and my eyes took in the garden and the lime green curtains that looked like they were about to fall off any second. "What?" I hissed, flicking my eyes to Ben who was smirking.

"THA BLOODY CURTAINS NATTIE." Tom exploded and stalked out of the room in annoyance.

Shocked, I turned to my best friend. "What the hell is his problem? What about the curtains?"

He sighed in exasperation. "Nat he's been telling you the whole week to get rid of those rotten curtains. He says they're having 'suspicious' effects on his nose and he wants them, and I quote, 'evacuated from the house before he sets fire to them'."

I blinked at him. "Okaaay.. So all that was because I wouldn't change the curtains?"

There was a silence as he looked at me. "You should probably buy some new ones," He finally said before leaving the room.