Whiskey & Sin

by Emily Rath

There are moments in life, when you’re at rock bottom, and your only choice is to stop digging down and start digging to the side instead. Staring at the back of Dallas’ head, a new thought settled in Silas’s mind. There’s no way in hell I’m going to Bridgeport.

Even alphas crave an alpha.

“A true alpha wants to protect others. We’re strong so you don’t have to be.”

Ray huffed. “If this is an offer, Bear, I may just have to sit myself down. You know I’m old enough to be your father—”

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Takin’ a chance looks like putting your trust in someone else. Riskin’ your heart, your control.”

“You do know I’m an alpha, right?” Bear said with a raised brow. Ray laughed again. “Yeah, I know it. Don’t mean you can’t still take some chances in life. You just have to work a bit harder to get out of your own damn way.”

omegas desired to be pampered and cherished. They wanted an alpha who would tend to them, love them, make them feel safe and secure.

Silas was a survivor. He was a goddamn force of nature. This man was resilient. He didn’t need an alpha to be strong for him. He deserved an alpha to be strong with him.

Silas leaned in, all but sharing breath with Bear. “All my life…not one person has ever asked me what I want. They only take, take, take from me. Now, for the first time in my life, I get to choose. I will not lose myself to this, Bear. I will not lose myself to you. If you want to be my friend…if you want me in your life…you have to let it be my choice. After everything I’ve been through, I’ve earned that right.”

“Alright, Silas. We can’t camp out here all day. You need to decide what we do next.” Silas blinked. “Me?” “Yes, you,” Bear replied. “Every choice from here on out will be yours. Starting with: Do you want to get back in the truck?”

When the weight gets too heavy, you find someone you can trust to help you carry the load.

“And just maybe…there’s a small part of me holding out hope that if I’m the one who puts you in a sexy new outfit…I get to take you out of it too.” Dead. After tossing that sexual tension grenade, the alpha dared to wink and then walk the fuck away.

“Well, I fucking love you, and I’m not gonna watch you hurt yourself out of fear of being who and what you are!” Silas wrapped both hands around the wrist holding him captive. “Bear—” “You’re an omega, Silas!” Bear barked. “You’re my omega, and I love you!” He lowered his face inches from Silas’s lips. “Whatever else happens, we’re starting there. You don’t want a bond, fine. I’ll never ask. You wanna live here, stay. You wanna move to the moon, I’ll start building us a damn rocket. You can go anywhere and do anything, but first you have to be an omega. Stop fighting yourself!”

“I stumbled out of my truck, rain pounding down, and you were there,” he went on. “You think I saved you, but Silas you saved me. I was nothing. I was…god, I was so alone,” he whispered. “You saved me in that road, Silas. I’m yours. I will do anything, be anything—your friend, your lover, whatever you want.”

It was better than anything he’d ever tasted—smooth as whiskey, sultry as sin.

Bear smiled, his expression one of bliss. “And I feel you, baby. I feel your love for me. There’s no hesitation in it,” he said with a sigh of relief. “God, you really love me.”