C.J’s POV

“Constantine I don’t understand why you won’t even entertain the idea of going on a date with Sarah” My mother barges into my office and as usual my dad follows her shaking his head at his wife’s antics.

“Mom, I’m sure that Sarah is a lovely girl, but as much as I appreciate you trying to help me find a mate I would like to meet them on my own terms”. I try to reason with her but know that she is super stubborn and my words most likely went in one ear and out the other.

“I know baby I’m just worried because you’re 28 now and you still haven’t had a serious relationship with anyone. I just don’t want you to be lonely” I give her a pointed look to which she sighs, “...Okay and maybe I want little grandbabies to spoil”.

There it is. I know that my parents especially my mother love children and just have my well being at heart but her setting me up on dates every week gets very overwhelming. It’s not that I’m avoiding a potential mate, I’m just having a little trouble in that department. I’ve been told that I am very handsome, but my build deters people and scares them away. I can see how people would expect me to be a super aggressive Alpha considering the fact that I am 7’4 and have bulging muscles. I am also a dragon shifter whom are known to be more in tune with their A/B/O instincts than other shifters are. I’m not going to lie and say that I don’t have very strong instincts and love control, but I also know how to control myself and know when to remove myself from a situation that is too much for me. I would never take control or abuse someone of a different standing than me, not only because it’s illegal to do so but also because it’s just morally wrong.

It is a little discouraging to see everyone shying away from me and judging me without even knowing me. I know that I’m getting older and truth be told I am getting very lonely and am slowly losing hope of ever finding a mate who will love and cherish me at least half as much as I do them.

“Gwyneth honey, leave the poor boy alone. He works very hard and I’m sure that he will find the right person in due time without us interfering. He is still young and anyone will be lucky to bond with our son” Like always my dad steps in to reel back in my mom when she starts to overstep.

I love my parents with all my heart and I know that they love me. I am their only child after all. We happen to be very wealthy in terms of money but what I appreciate most in my life is that we are rich in love and affection. Unfortunately this is very rare for other higher up families like mine, and I am grateful everyday for my family.

“Alright Alright, I’ll stop my antics if it truly bothers you C.J, but I’ll have you know that I got set up on a date with your father by my parents and it worked out just fine” This is actually something that not a lot of people know despite how much the media loves them

My dad is a famous designer, and he took over Delaney from his mother. My mom was an up and coming model, super cliche I know but everyone thinks that they met when she modeled one of his lines in a fashion show then fell in love. When in actuality my dad hated my mom when they first met because apparently she acted super entitled and bratty, which seems so bizarre to me because she is one of the most selfless people I know. They got set up on a date by my grandparents and after being forced to spend time with each other they got to know the real people behind the masks and fell in love.

When I was younger I would cry a lot when they left and always questioned if they enjoyed leaving me behind, but as I got older realized that my parents tried to take me on business trips with them as much as they could and when they couldn’t they would rush home to get back to me. I appreciate all of the hard work they do, and how they still make time for me.

“Your mother and I are going out to eat later today, would you like to join us?” My dad offered but I had to decline

“Sorry dad I can't. I already made plans to go to the park with Wilbur at 2:00” Since today is Saturday I only have a half day of work meaning I get out at 1:00. Wilbur has been my best friend since I was 5 years old. He is a golden retriever shifter and it certainly transfers over to his human personality.

“C.J dude what’s up!” Wilbur shouted at me from across the park and his brother Walker cringed at how embarrassing his brother is. Walker is younger than the two of us and he is a senior in college this year where he is on the football team.

“Wilbur, why do you always have to shout? He can hear just fine.” Walker reprimands Wilbur in a harsh tone.

“I’m fine how are you guys?” They both respond that they are doing good before we start to throw around the football. One throw from Walker starts to go long and I turn to run after it and before I know it a tiny omega is right in front of me looking down whilst running and unaware of the fact that I am about to steamroll them. Right as I collide with them I try to turn my body so that I take most of the impact of the fall because if I fell on him I would definitely crush him.

I looked up at the cutest omega I have ever seen in my entire life. The poor thing was tiny and shaking. I couldn’t help but want to comfort it in hopes of getting rid of his fright. They were extremely slight and I wasn’t too sure if they were male or female. They had breasts, but they didn’t smell how female omegas usually smelt. In fact he smelt more like that of a male omega. The difference in scent is slight, but most alphas can tell the two scents apart fairly easily. Not that it really matters to me. Male or female there is no denying that this omega is stunning, and me being the idiot that I am, almost killed them by trying to catch a football. Good one C.J.

Ellie’s POV

Sometimes college makes me want to rip all of my hair out, so I decided to take a walk in the park. My eyes lit up at the sight of an ice cream cart, and I had no choice but to buy a scoop of vanilla. After I finished it in an embarrassingly short amount of time, one of my napkins flew away. I had a mild panic because I’m not a litterer and I quickly scrambled after this tiny piece of paper. Every time I would get close to grabbing it the wind would pick up just enough to send it flying again. Maybe I should have been paying attention to other people in the park, but I was just super focused on catching this damn napkin. Before I knew it something ran into me, and I could tell that it was another person and a rather large person at that. I noticed that they tried to turn their body to prevent them falling on me and it worked, but I still fell on top of their body and landed directly on my arm where I felt a sharp pain.

As I gained my bearings I looked down at the person to find a huge, muscular man with dark red eyes staring back at me in concern. I’m sure that he could tell that I was shaking and I could tell that his Alpha instincts were screaming at him to comfort the omega who was in distress.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t paying attention” I apologized quickly not wanting to face his wrath, but he just shook his head

“No Miss, don’t apologize, I’m the one who is sorry. I should have been aware of the other people around us rather than expecting no one to be there. Are you okay?” He was super handsome and I couldn’t help preen as he was an Alpha that was comforting me.

So of course my brain decided to stop working and I just responded with, “ I’m a boy. My name is Elliot, but friends call me Ellie”

Why am I like this? He didn’t even blink an eye at my information before telling me,”Oh, my bad Elliot. My name is C.J and maybe one day I’ll be able to call you Elliot, but are you sure that you are okay?”

I just sat there and realized that I was still sitting on top of this poor man after my heart soared when he revealed to me that he didn’t care about the fact that I had boobs and I was still a boy. I quickly tried to scramble off of him and push myself up off the floor, but sharp, excruciating pain ran throughout my right arm. The arm that I fell on top of. The man seemed to notice my struggle and he stood up to try and help me to my feet.

I thought that he was tall before, but now I could tell that he was actually a giant. He pulled me up careful of my arm and looked at me now extremely concerned. I heard two other people approach us also concerned and curious, but I paid them no mind.

“Please tell me what’s wrong Elliot. I feel absolutely terrible” He said in a soft voice after assuring his friends that he was fine.

“It’s my arm I think that I broke it from the impact of falling on top of you” I could tell that he blamed himself, but I honestly held no malice for him after all it was an honest accident and he seems to really care about me.

“I am deeply sorry Elliot. Would you let me escort you to the hospital if only to selfishly ease my nerves” I was about to decline, but he looked very serious and he has made me feel nothing but comfort and security so far so I nodded at him. His eyes sparked with joy.

“Hey guys, I’ve gotta take Elliot here to the hospital because I’m a jackass and broke his arm so I’ll see you another time. Do not. I repeat do not tell my mom anything about this incident. I will never hear the end of it.” His two friends just snickered at him and told him that they couldn’t promise not to tell his mom. C.J just scowled at them and began to lead me in the direction of his car.

We got to the hospital very fast because C.J seemed to think that I was in labor or something with the way that he was gunning to get me there. I reminded him that he didn’t need to rush, but he just brushed me off. The first problem arose when I realised that I couldn’t fill out my paperwork with my left arm unless they wanted an absolute mess. So I had to ask C.J for help that he seemed eager to give. He might be a giant, but he’s proving to be a very gentle giant.

“Name, last known weight and height, shifter type, age, gender, secondary gender, and reason for visit?” He asked me for the first few boxes required.

“Um Elliot Shaun Herman, 60 pounds, 4’6, African pygmy mouse shifter, 19, male, omega, and possible broken right arm” He looked very surprised at my height and weight and gave me a look that I couldn’t pin. I gave him a questioning stare back and he chuckled.

“That’s adorable. Sometimes I wish I was small” As much as I enjoy being small there are many downsides and I can’t even begin to imagine C.J at my height.

“Trust me you don’t. Sometimes I wish that I could be bigger like you” He seemed shocked as if people never wish for his height or musculature.

“Well I think that your frame suits you just fine” I blushed like a schoolgirl at the compliment to which his ever present smile grew. We continued to fill out the form and talk about other things whilst we waited. I learned that he was a dragon shifter which is super cool. I wonder if he can breathe fire or something, and I bet he can fly! He is 28 years old which I never would have guessed, but his age doesn’t make him any less attractive to me. Not that it matters. He would never go for someone like me, I’m sure that he wants a strong omega that can take control and lead without an Alpha by their side. I also learned that his favorite color is lilac which shocked me, but it’s kinda cute to me that an Alpha of his stature would love such a soft color. I told him that mine was a baby pink, which he claimed matched my personality. After he said that I’m sure that it also matched my cheeks.

Finally I got called in and after explaining what happened and gaining stares from the nurses and doctors at probably what seemed like the oddest pairing of people to come in together, we got the results back. It turns out that I had indeed broken my arm in two different places which made C.J even more upset and he kept trying to apologize for it. Honestly I was more concerned with how I was going to do my work for school. I asked the doctor and he told me that he would give me a doctor’s note and that I should email my professors. He also told me that if any of the teachers gave me a hard time he would personally email them for me which I was so grateful for. Next he asked me what color cast I wanted and I was a little put off because I remember when we were younger and Drew broke his leg, he picked the ugliest green to go on his cast. It reminded me of vomit and I was worried that all of the colors would be gross. The doctor informed me that they now have many new colors that they didn’t have before when Drew broke his leg. They even had a pink in a shade similar to my favorite, but instead I picked the light purple in hopes that C.J would notice. I am the ultimate loser.

“Aw Elliot you didn’t have to pick my favorite color. You should have just picked the pink, not that I don’t think the purple will suit you and that I’m not flattered, but I am the one who broke your arm. You should be furious.” This time I noticed a hint of pink on C.J’s pale cheeks rather than mine and I gave him a big smile.

“I’m not mad at all. If anything I’m happy I got to meet you C.J, you are one of the nicest people I know, and we’ve only just met” The blush deepened and I tried not to giggle as I noticed his chest puff out a little in pride. Yup, he’s an alpha all right. “Also call me Ellie, I would love for us to be friends”.

He gave me a huge smile, and accepted my request. Soon we were leaving the hospital, and he drove me home. Before I got out of the car we exchanged numbers, and he made me promise to update him everyday. I groaned but on the inside my heart was pounding against my ribcage in glee, and it almost exploded when he gave me a quick hug before I got out of the car. I waved to him one last time before opening the door and I saw him wave the drive off. I closed the door and sighed.

“Um Elliot...do you mind telling me what happened to your arm?” Crap!