Wesley [Resistant Omegas 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove)

Resistant Omegas 7

Wesley

Wesley survived a brutal attack only to have a few wires cross when his body healed him. Now he doesn’t know who people are until he reads their energy with a kiss… Which was what he always wanted in life. To experience one real kiss.

Bay Edson needs someone to break his walls down and help him become more than an Alpha. Levey Fergus wants someone to let Levey take care of them, because it’s in his nature and two dominant males see it as coddling. And Harkin Willis hopes for a man that will be the glue to bind them all together and make them a family.

But when Bay, Harkin, and Levey misunderstand the terms of the contract and screw up, will Wesley be able to forgive them? Or will he say to hell with love and spend his time raising the natural wolf pups he found?

Genre:
Alternative (M/M or F/F), Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Vampires/Werewolves

Length:
35,542 words
 

Resistant Omegas 7

Joyee Flynn

MENAGE AMOUR

MANLOVE

Siren Publishing, Inc.

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WESLEY

Copyright © 2012 by Joyee Flynn

E-book ISBN: 978-1-62241-987-6

First E-book Publication: December 2012

Cover design by Sloan Winters

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WESLEY

Resistant Omegas 7

JOYEE FLYNN

Copyright © 2012

I woke up confused… Just as I did every morning. Sitting up slowly, I glanced around the room I’d been sleeping in and was missing something. I knew it was my room. There was the dark green color scheme that matched my eyes and that’s why I had gotten this room. I could feel that and the familiarity. Also, I knew why I was here. My old Alpha had been horrible to me and had tried to kill me. I was in sanctuary here.

But where was
here
? That was what I couldn’t seem to ever grasp when I woke up. It was hard to not be cranky about that.

And there was something else off this morning as well. So many swirling emotions in this house always that it was hard to get my bearings. I was used to waking up that way though because there were just a lot of people in the house. Today it was new ones with such deep-seated need and want that when I rolled out of bed and stood I felt my knees go weak. It was very odd and I felt even more off my game than when I’d been rescued.

I tried shaking it off, not a fan of feeling confused and like someone was going to run me through the wringer today. For one, it was likely my longer blond hair would get caught in it. Two… Well, who wants to ever have the shit come down on them? As I stepped into the shower, I realized I’d also had a flashback in my dreams last night. While I needed to remember it was never like snapping my fingers, and poof, the memory was instantly back in my mind. No, it was much more damaging and difficult than that.

“Don’t,” I whimpered as I tripped over the coffee table and fell to the floor.

“If I can’t have you, Wesley, no one can. We can be together in the afterworld,” my Alpha told me calmly, his eyes crazed though. “No one will want you after you’ve bonded with me. You’re mine and I won’t let someone else betray that.”

“You don’t love me,” I tried to reason. “Don’t make this worse on yourself, Alpha.”

“I do love you,” he argued, his head tilting funny when I heard the front doors being busted open. Help was coming and all I had to do was stall him a few minutes. “I’m sorry this is the way it turned out for us, my darling. But I will fix it so we can be together in death.”

I screamed as the iron fire poker he had in his hands came down towards my head. “I never got my kiss.” The second hit cracked my skull and the blackness swarmed me. All I kept thinking was the one thing I’d always wanted in my life I never got… And how sad was that when all I had wanted was a real kiss?

I snapped back to the present, shaking and panting as if I’d just run miles in my wolf form, like always when a new memory hit me. When I’d woken up from my recovery it was as if I knew nothing. I hadn’t known my name, who I was, where I was, or pretty much anything. The doctors ran all kinds of tests, thinking I had amnesia, but when they ran certain scans, my brain freaked out and broke their machine.

With a
lot
of headaches for all as they tried to explain that they didn’t think I had permanent brain damage as in the tissue was hurt or dead. They leaned more toward the theory that when the Alpha had tried to kill me, something went wrong with my gifts that I had as an Omega and it crossed my wires.

Basically the fireplace poker crossed my green with blue wires in my head and no one knew how to get them back in the right spots. Until then, I lived my life very confused. In the dark most times, jumbled, frustrated, and lost… But safe. So it came down to acknowledging which was more important. I’d gone with safe but it didn’t make my life easy that all the other stuff was there as well.

But this flashback gave me a hint and I thought about it really hard as I showered. When I was done, I threw on a pair of shorts and flip-flops, thinking I would need to run after breakfast because there was so much going on in my head. And I needed to find that man… The one who kept helping me. He would know what to do.

That’s all I ever remembered of him though. Everything was too fuzzy. It was like everything was always just on the other side of the closed door and I just couldn’t reach it no matter how hard I tried. Always close, but never able to reach.

“Good morning, Wesley,” a man said to me on the stairs. I hadn’t even noticed he was there really. It was hard to explain. When I looked at a person, it was as if they were surrounded by clouds. Or maybe a better way to put it is when I saw someone through a fuzzy shower curtain or glass like in the movies. I could see them, their outline, how tall, but other than that I had nothing.

But I knew how to see him again. I stood on my toes and pulled his head down to mine. He chuckled and gave me a soft kiss.

“Asher,” I breathed against his lips. The instant his lips had touched mine it was like the shower curtain or fog had been pulled back. I knew who he was and everything we’d ever talked about or shared. I knew him and he was a good man. I also got something else. “It will come soon. He will be young and need you more than you know.”

“What does that mean, sweetie?” he asked hesitantly.

“I don’t know. I only get snippets.” Oh yeah, on top of everything else, one of the ways my powers manifested had been premonition. That I had figured out the day I woke up in the hospital and saw one of the doctors getting in a car crash after I kissed him. Always fun.

I could see parts of the future, like a vibe I get off people. But now that everything was foggy, I had a harder time making sense of anything. “I saw you happy and knew it was soon. And you were holding someone, he’d been hurt.”

“Thank you for telling me,” Asher said as he gave me a half hug. I knew he was doing it more to hide his frustration. I got that a lot from people. It wasn’t my fault that I only saw what I did and that I was damaged. I couldn’t imagine how hard it was for everyone around me… But they should try having it happen to them. Then they’d know true frustration and crazy.

“I need the man,” I told him when we moved apart.

“Tristan’s in the kitchen. Go eat and find him.” He gave me a sad smile before turning away. Yeah, I got that a lot too. A lot of pity was sent my way. And like most Omegas I could tell what people were feeling so I always knew for sure.

“Thanks,” I mumbled before darting down the stairs so he wouldn’t see my tears. It really upset people when I cried as if that made my whole situation that much worse because it bothered me. I hadn’t meant to but I pushed the swinging kitchen door open so hard it slammed against the wall behind me.

I froze when I saw seven large men in the room. A few of them stood and I panicked. I dove behind the kitchen island and curled into a ball. I was looking for one, not seven giants who could smash me with their hands.

“Wesley?” someone called out and I heard footsteps coming towards me.

“I don’t know you,” I cried, trying to make myself a smaller target. “Leave me be.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” that same voice whispered as he knelt down in front of me. “I don’t know what’s got you so freaked out this morning, short stuff, but if you do your thing you’ll know who I am. I’m no threat to you.”