Title: Only You
Series: Second Chance Omegas #1
Author: Willa Okati
Publisher: Changeling Press LLC
Release Date: July 30, 2021
Length: 100
Genre: Romance, paranormal, urban fantasy, sex/gender shifters & mpreg, second chances, action adventure
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Synopsis
Second Chance — a small town where anything can happen — and does.
Once upon a time, a eighteen year old Alpha named Alex fell in love with a pretty Omega boy from the wrong side of the tracks. Zachary was everything he’d ever wanted — sweet, sassy, and sexy as hell. Alex would have married that boy and raised baby after baby with him — if Zachary hadn’t run away when Alex popped the question.
Alex doesn’t give up easily. When a train derails on its way to Alex’s hometown, he’s finally got another shot at the one who got away, and he’s not going to waste it. Now he’s got Zachary in his sights, and he’s never letting go again.
It killed Zachary to let Alex go the first time. He loved that man as much as Alex loved him, and he’s never fallen out of love, but he left to give Alex his best chance at living his best life. Zachary can’t — won’t — be sorry for that, no matter what it cost him.
Stranded in Second Chance with nowhere else to go and no way to get there, Zachary’s got no choice but to accept the help and shelter Alex offers. The chemistry’s still there. The desire. The connection. The yearning. But when the secrets they’ve both been keeping come to light, will they shatter their bond for keeps, or bring them together in a forever kind of love?
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Start over. Could they, though?
Zach should have left, of course. He had the best opportunity right there, with Alexander safely out of the room, to shove his feet back into his shoes and slip silently out the front door. Go back to normal, to what he was at least used to.
He didn’t, and he still hadn’t figured out why by the time Alexander came back.
“Here, while we’re waiting. This’ll warm you up.” He wrapped a thick cable-knit blanket around Zach and made sure it was secure before he doubled back and returned with a glass. “This’ll help too.” He held it out in offer, a cut-glass tumbler with two fingers of something peat-colored, a whiskey stone clinking gently at the bottom.
“What is it?”
“Unique.” Alexander let Zach take the glass, but as he handed it over, he held on long enough to brush his fingertips against the back of Zach’s hand. “I really am sorry. The last thing I want to do is fight. Do you believe me?”
Zach searched his face narrowly. He’d heard that before, and he knew better than to believe a word of that kind of speech — usually — but that old tie was still there, and he could tell Alexander wasn’t lying. He meant every word.
Always making this harder than it had to be.
“I believe you,” he said quietly. “This time. Do it again, and I might feel differently. Understood?”
Alexander let go of the glass in visible relief. “Understood.”
Zach didn’t believe him for a second. Maybe Alexander couldn’t smell a lie on himself, even one so deftly danced around, but there was no way Alexander was letting anything go. Zach thought about calling him on it, but he still didn’t have the reserves for a good head of steam. He sniffed at the glass instead, curious, and thought he could pick out mingled hints of clove, wild berries, tobacco, and the smoke from a fire on a cold night. “You didn’t answer me, and before I try this I want to know what it is.”
“I did answer. It’s unique,” Alexander said, crinkling his nose in amusement. “Not exactly whiskey or ale or wine but kind of a little of each. It’s probably easiest to call it mead. You’ll like it, but if I’m wrong and you don’t then I have some tequila somewhere.”
“I want to get warm, not hammered. Maybe. This sounds terrible.” Zach tried a sip, and if there was anything closer to heaven, he’d never tasted it. “Oh my God.”
Alexander laughed, freer, easier. He sat on the edge of the chaise he’d dropped into earlier; must have been his favorite. “Told you so.”
“Shush.” Zach cradled the glass reverently. “If you have any more of this, say goodbye to it because I’m taking it with me when I go.”
“You can finish the bottle tonight if you want. Or two.”
Zach gave him a quick sharp look. Trying to get me drunk?
Maybe not. Alexander just looked loose-limbed with pleasure at being right, not like a schemer. He grinned at Zach. “One of the local breweries has a guy who likes to play mad scientist, and sometimes he comes up with a stroke of genius. They bottle a limited batch every December, and I always have them save me a case because it’s my favorite no matter what time of year. I’ve barely touched the last shipment, so you can have as much as you want.”
“Twist my arm.” Zach took another reverent sip. Tasted like being in Scotland, huddling by a fire on the moors — and it must have been stronger than strong, if it had him indulging in flights of fancy after barely a shot’s worth. “I really will steal this from you, you know. Try and stop me.”
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Willa Okati (AKA Will) is made of many things: imagination, coffee, stray cat hairs, daydreams, more coffee, kitchen experimentation, a passion for winter weather, a little more coffee, a whole lot of flowering plants and a lifelong love of storytelling. Will’s definitely one of the quiet ones you have to watch out for, though he — not she anymore — is a lot less quiet these days.
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