#indiehowling

           Oliver loathed the situation he got himself into. He should have known better than to think he was going to be able to get away with it without a second though. Not as if he wanted to do it in the first place, but then how could he have seen it going this poorly? He spent the night in his flat as he tried to figure out a way to make it right without losing everything, while also not giving into her.  There wasn’t. He just had to give in and hopefully make the best of it. The worst part was that rush of desire that ran through him. The one he got when he was near the right alpha. It unsettled him. Not enough to not show up at her mansion. No, rather he found himself walking to meet with her, swallowing down any last bit of pride he had left. With his hands in his pocket he had felt every bit the omega he was after stopping at the door, ringing the doorbell, waiting for her to open it. Did part of him wish she didn’t? Of course. “You win.” Maybe he could be a bit less stubborn and sarcastic, but he was always toeing the line of what exactly would or would not get him into trouble.

       “I’m looking for this person, have you seen them?” Adam had asked that question way too many times for the last 3 days. He was tired, hungry and plain pissed as hell with this person of interest taking off right under their noses. Looking at the person in front of him he took a deep breath, “do you know of a good bar around here?”

“so, how did it go?” leo asks the other. they were friends for a very long time and he was used to driving them around and he honestly didn’t mind. so, after picking them up from their date, he wanted to know how everything went down. “and don’t leave out the juicy details!”