I finally started the alpha/beta sequel I had in mind for Mycroft’s Choice:
It Doesn’t Usually Start with a Wedding – What starts at a wedding can only end up with commitment . Even if one is an alpha and the other a beta.
teaser below the cut
“You want me, to go with you, to a wedding?” John Watson looked incredulously at Mike Stamford. He’d only been back in London a few weeks, struggling to find a job, find a place for himself. It was like the sharp color and smells of the front line had all been drained away by hospitals and blood, leaving him washed up here on a bench in the park with a cane and a rapidly cooling cup of coffee.
“It’s the wedding of a brother of a friend, which is why I think they invited me. He’s known for being…somewhat difficult.” Mike regarded his coffee and sipped it. “He’s brilliant though. You don’t have to stay for the whole thing.”
John thought about his yawningly empty social calendar. “I suppose I can go. When is it?”
Mike grinned at him. “Tonight. I’ll pick you up at five.”
**
At half past four, John stood in front of the bathroom mirror, adjusting his tie, wondering when life had gone sideways. He’d been perfectly happy in the army, but now… He supposed that wasn’t anyone’s fault but the bastard that had shot him. He didn’t even know what had happened to the person on the other end of that gun. For a moment he heard his name echo in his head, gunfire, grass, dirt, pain. He shook his head and splashed cold water on his face, careful not to muss the tie.
He turned and limped into the main room of the tiny bedsit, taking a seat on the bed and eyeing the pills his therapist had prescribed as he rubbed his shoulder. No matter what biology might suggest, he and Mike had only ever been a couple of friends. Besides, what omega would possibly want a damaged wreck like him for their alpha?
