The omegas mate

Chapter 6: Tickle time

It wasn’t until dinner time that I dared to venture from my room and slowly made my way down the stairs.

I peeked around every corner, paranoid. When I thought the coast was clear, I relaxed, straightened up and walked into the kitchen to the smell of a roast dinner being cooked.

I saw Rachel sitting at the table and mentally rolled my eyes, only a little bit. She never wore bold makeup, but here she was still wearing red lipstick and heavy eye makeup since Mason had arrived.

My heart skipped a beat because wherever Rachel was, Mason wasn’t far behind. I didn’t see him though, so I walked in and went to grab myself a plate.

My fingers barely touched the plate before I saw Rachel’s facial expression change from giddy to slightly annoyed at someone behind me. I barely had time to register the words, “oh no.” Before I was being grabbed from behind around my waist and tackled to the floor.

I screamed, I screamed like I was dying in torturous agony as Mason began an onslaught of tickling, yes, you heard that right, Mason, big soldier boy was tickling me, of all things, and it was by far the worst thing he could do.

I would have preferred being beaten I think, I was so ticklish it was ridiculous and during the onslaught I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d asked someone what my weakness was.

I slapped him, kicked him, writhed under him like a possessed person and even shoved a finger in his nostril to try to stop him, but it wasn’t until I lost breath from laughing so much, and I thought I might die that he finally, finally stopped and climbed off me.

As he walked towards the table, I kicked the back of his legs, making him buckle and fall to his knees.

I held my breath when he turned around, preparing myself for another onslaught, but mom, thank god, stepped in and firmly said, “enough, both of you, people want to eat and you guys laying and rolling over the floor like idiots is making it impossible.”

Yeah, she had a point, you’d think we were teenagers and not grown adults. Mason bowed to mom, actually bowed and said, “I’m sorry Arabella, it won’t happen again.”

The way he bowed for her did something to my lower regions. I tried to stay composed, but there was something about the old-fashioned manners of men that really did it for me.

Mason sat beside Rachel, of course, and I sat next to mom and dad, great. I didn’t think I was that bothered, but I must have been because I jabbed my fork into the meat hard enough that it made a sprout next to it fly across the table and roll awkwardly along the floor beside Samara.

She laughed while everyone else stared at me, mom with her raised eyebrows included. I raised my own, feigning innocence and then quickly looked down at my food and started to eat.

Another couple of weeks went by when I noticed Rachel and Mason holding hands when they came through the front door.

I had no idea when they started dating because I was usually sitting with them whenever I could, and it had even gotten to the point where I would join them for movie night in Rachel’s bedroom. Yes, I was that awkward person you just wanted to b***h slap sometimes

. Rachel wasn’t wearing lipstick today, and I sure as hell found out why when Mason leaned into her and kissed her long and slow.

Did it bother me? Kind of, I liked Mason, but I also had talked myself into sense and realized Rachel was the one for him, at least for now.

I also had decided if I wanted a mate of my own, I needed to try harder with my own style and how I behaved around others if I expected someone to take me seriously enough to date.

There was a certain night every year when the moon was full and the goddess was closest to the earth and a ritual would be held. Our pack would travel deep into the woods for this so as not to be disturbed, and laying underneath the glow of the moon and praying to the moon goddess for a mate you would wait for a few hours until she showed you who your mate was, or in very rare circumstances she would show you more than one possible choice leaving you to decide who was your true mate or who you felt more connected to.

If you were the rare person to have more than one mate chosen for you, that didn’t mean you were supposed to be with both wolves, I mean, you could if you were into that, but it usually meant one was your true mate while the other was not your true mate but the next best thing.

The goddess would show us who our mate was by using the earth as she did us females.

Where us females had golden veins running underneath our skin, so she did the same during the ritual, using the earth and showing a pattern of golden lines running from each person to the other, connecting them.

I wanted to attend this ritual when next it came around. I had never been allowed before, as like usual, I was always reminded everyone thought I had the literal mind of a child, therefore too childlike and innocent. I mentally rolled my eyes at that.

I certainly didn’t have childlike thoughts when it came to men I liked.

I would show everyone, I thought.