Page 14 of Omega Makes a Family
"Is he always like this?" I ask with a light laugh as I stand beside Lucas.
"Seb's the hothead of our group," Lucas says with a shrug. "He's always been spontaneous and likes doing whatever he feels like at the time. Usually, he's not quite this pleasant about it, though."
"It seems like, I dunno, like you guys have known each other a long time. Did you grow up together?"
"Pretty much," Lucas shrugs. "We've all been running around the compound since we were pups, getting into all sorts of trouble."
I smile at the thought of the four of them as pups. "I bet you were a formidable quartet."
"Everyone was pretty much convinced that we were going to be the next generation of elders," he says with a somewhat forlorn look in his eye. "Now I think Roman might be the only one they still feel that way about."
I want to ask him what changed, but I can sense the shift in his mood. I'd rather not push him to talk about something that seems like it could be painful for him.
Thankfully, Sebastian quickly saves the day.
"Hey! They're on their way," he calls out from the direction of the sandpit. "Come help me clean up the court before they get here!”
Chapter 11
Sebastian
The volleyball area hasn't been in use very much since last year. I think maybe some of the older pups might've been playing a few informal games, but other than that, nothing too competitive. There are bits of sticks and old branches, pine needles and pinecones littered across the sand and need to be cleared before we can play properly. Thankfully, with Lucas and Oliver helping me out, it's not too difficult to get things cleaned up.
I'm actually buzzing with excitement at the chance to show off my skills a bit. Having Oliver here to watch my prowess on the sand has my wolf pacing in anticipation. I want him to see me at my very best. I need him to see me win.
The thought hits me pretty abruptly. I need him…
My gaze darts toward Oliver for a second, and I realize that I desperately want to be closer to the omega. My wolf is practically trying to drag me to the other side of the sandpit where Oliver is using a rake to sift through the sand for any hidden debris.
The pull is undeniable, and when he looks up to meet my gaze, I feel an electric spark in the air between us. We're destined for one another. Meant to be together.
That's it, I decide at last. If Roman and I win today, I'm going to ask Oliver to be my mate. I'd be an idiot to pass up the opportunity, and right after a victory seems like the perfect time to do it.
Losing is never an option for me, but this time, the stakes are even higher.
"Here they come," Lucas says, breaking me out of my thoughts.
I look up, following his gaze to see the other two members of our group approaching.
Roman, looking slightly less grumpy than normal, and Theo, who always looks a bit like he's trying not to laugh.
"So, are we playing?" Roman looks around.
"Of course. I was telling Oliver about the tournament last summer. It'd be a shame not to demonstrate our skills," I explain.
"Right." Roman nods. "And I suppose you want to play as a pair again, Seb?"
"I mean, it's the best way to prove who's the best," I grin, looking over at Lucas.
Lucas shrugs and gives a nonchalant nod. "Why not? Theo and I made a good team last time. Why mess with what works?"
Theo quickly nods his ascent and chuckles. "I think they might be nervous about their ability to beat us like they did last time."
"Nervous?" Roman snorts. "You've got it backwards."
"Let's just see who's better," I growl.
Roman smirks at me and turns toward the supply shack where the volleyballs are kept.
