The Alpha of The Blue Moon Pack

A Slice Of Jealousy

Nathan turned his face away from Brawn and said more sarcastically to emphasize how naive Brawn sounded, "The omegas I call my friends don't giggle or blush whenever I talk. I never knew they have been pretending for so long to be my friends." He stood up, dusted his butt, shook his head and shouted looking at Brawn, "You inclusive! Fake friend!"

He patted Brawn on the back and said with a wry smile, "I am off to meet other fake friends. Take care." He left Brawn there and went off.

Brawn knew that Nathan had been mocking him all along but did not mind. His mind played a short clip of all the time he had been with Sparkle. From when she helped him carry the basin to when they returned together from the oil factory a few moments ago. He had been too occupied with the thought of Au and how to impress her that he turned blind eye to any other lady omega. He wondered how he was going to handle Sparkle's emotions without hurting her. He saw Sparkle only as a friend and had no other special feelings for her. He wondered how funny life could be . . . everyone having feelings for another person who did not have mutual feelings . . . Sparkle had feelings for him, he had feelings for Au and Au had feelings for whosoever she had feelings for.

He knew if he went for Sparkle, their relationship would go smoothly. Everything was right with her, she was beautiful, sweet to him, a fellow omega, hard-working and caring but his heart had been beating for Au ever since he set his eyes on her.

He felt that Sparkle deserved better than an unreciprocated and one-sided love. He also felt he had to do something about Sparkle's feelings towards him before they grew out of control. Was he going to ask her bluntly if she liked him and tell her he did not like her but had feelings for Au? He knew he could not do that because that would be very silly of him. He thought for a while and still did not know what to do. He suddenly remembered that he was supposed to help Sparkle out in making her orange juice. He wondered if he should not go as he had not gotten a solution to the situation at hand but thought it very unfair to her considering the fact that he was the one who prevented her from making the juice the day before. He decided he was going to meet her and join in orange juice making.

As he got closer to the back of the pack house, he heard Sparkle humming a song. He felt a sinking in his stomach. He wondered how he was going to relate with her henceforth as he had understood she had feelings for him that he did not want to grow further. He felt he was in an awkward position and he was not liking a bit of it.

As he continued walking, the humming got louder and the one behind the humming became visible. She was sitting on a stool and had a knife she used in cutting the oranges which she intended to squeeze out the juice from. There was another stool where a bowl that contained squeezed-out juice was placed. There was a spoon beside the bowl and there were also other empty bowls around it. The bag of oranges was opened in front of Sparkle and there was also a basin beside her where she kept dried oranges which she had squeezed out the content.

When Brawn saw her, he walked toward her slower than he usually would. Sparkle knew he had been coming as she has heard his footsteps from afar but ignored him.

He said as he got to her, "Hey Sparkle."

"Hey," she replied without raising her head to him. There was a pause and she added, "You shouldn't have come."

"I told you I was going to come and help out . . . so I came because I am a man of my words," Brawn said as he found a spot to sit.

She paused, raised her head, looked at him and then returned to squeezing the oranges.

Brawn wanted to start a random conversation but his head went blank. Probably because he was not sure how to relate to her yet. He decided to distract himself by doing some work so he picked up the spoon laying beside the small bowl containing the orange content and started removing seeds from the bowl.

He looked at Sparkle to try to know what she was thinking but her expressionless face made it difficult for him to guess what was going on in her mind. She was still humming her song which Brawn was beginning to find uncomfortable.

He decided to start a conversation and f**k it! He was going to do it his usual and normal way. He decided to bring up the scenario that occurred at the workplace that day during their break time at work. He started softly with a question, "So you said this juice you are preparing is for you and Au right?"

Sparkle nodded.

"I want some too," he said.

She just replied with a simple, "No problem." She seemed uninterested in whatever Brawn had to say.

"I was just joking. You and Au need it more . . . especially after what happened today at work," he said and glanced at her to see if she was listening.

She rose her head, stared at him and asked in a much deeper voice than she used to in communicating, "What happened today at work?" She picked up an orange and place the knife on it. Her gaze was still fixed on him.

Brawn removed some seeds from the bowl of squeezed-out juice in front of him, with the spoon in his hands and threw the seeds on the floor. He said calmly, "Au almost –" He paused when Sparkle vehemently cut the orange in her hand, into two. She did not remove her eyes from him as she cut the orange. She placed a slice in her mouth and squeeze it to the extent that her veins looked like it was about to come out of her skin.

"I am listening," she said as she removed it from her mouth.

Brawn's mouth was slightly opened as he observed Sparkle's special orange handling technique. Then with an expression like one that was trying to gather oneself, he said, "Okay. . .So she was –"

He paused again when she threw the squeezed slice on the floor forcefully with all her strength that it bounced back into the air before landing far away from them. Brawn's eyes followed it as it flew till landed. He turned to her and saw her picking another orange, abandoning the other slice of the orange she had earlier cut. She placed the knife on it as though she wanted to cut it.

"She was what? Go on. I am listening," she said.

"Could you please stop all these? It is really creepy," Brawn voiced out as he was no longer finding it funny.

"Stop what?" she said like she had no idea of what he was talking about.

"What you are about doing now," Brawn said looking at the knife she held to the orange.

"This?" she asked as she violently cut the orange as she did to the previous one.

"Yes! That!" Brawn said firmly

She softened her eyes and said, "But I am only taking oranges."

"That is a very creepy way to take oranges," Brawn said.

"I am sorry. You can go on," she apologized and dropped the knife in the basin beside her.