Chapter 11

Weston

For years, I told myself that saving myself for my mate is the right route to go, but I’ve been fake-dating Meryn for a week now, and I’m beyond confused.

...I can’t be falling for her, can I?

No, that’s impossible. An Alpha can’t fall for an Omega, but I can’t deny that she is on my mind a lot.

A week ago, Meryn and I went to this fancy restaurant for dinner—I expected Meryn to order fancy food and talk about herself like all girls do. And she did, but...she was open. I think I saw the real Meryn that night. She put herself on a platter, and I ate out of her hands.

She felt so real.

And a few days ago, when my parents couldn’t come to my football game, I was very disappointed—until I heard Meryn shouting my name from the bleachers. She was holding up two big pom poms while shouting, “Go, go, Weston! I would rhyme if I could, but I can’t!”

It stunned me to the point I couldn’t move while the other guys on my team laughed their asses off. Travis was especially entertained and du