Page 31 of The Omega Archives: Part One

He came with a shout. Lengths of his release coated my hand as I continued to touch him until his chest was the only thing left heaving.

“Shit,” he whispered.

My sentiments exactly.

Reaching over towards the nightstand, I grabbed some tissues and cleaned us up. “Now get undressed, Cal. Get into bed. I’m tired.”

He nodded once, completely on board as he tossed off his shirt and rolled over. “Yes, Sir.”

Crawling into bed, I turned off the light and let Cal curl up next to me. As a beta, he didn’t have a strong scent, but it was still there a little bit. And Cal always smelled like home. Like our family, even if it wasn’t complete just yet.

Maybe Cal was right. He kept going out and meeting people. At least he was doing about this feeling that was ruminating in me.

That might’ve been it.

Everything was right, and yet something was still missing. We were missing something.

Cal wasn’t an alpha like the rest of us in the pack, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t stupidly attuned to these things.

There was a hint of something there, itching at the corner of my brain. But I let it slip away as I fell asleep until finally…

I couldn't care less.

Chapter

Eight

ELLA

Iwatched for Cal before he showed up to pick me up. When he did, he paced in front of the university library door a few times before he snorted a laugh.

“Something funny?” I asked.

Spinning around, Cal stared at me. His eyes traveled from the top of my head, all the way down.

I wasn’t sure if I looked perfect or anything. Rita went over my outfit with more precision than I ever would’ve, but I wasn’t going to question her work.

Especially not when Cal started to fan himself with a bouquet of what looked to be wildflowers.

“Only how nervous I am,” Cal admitted. He had to be kidding. “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you.”

He extended the flowers. “These are for you. Our goal is for them to hopefully make it home with you not dead by the end of the night. They’re from our backyard though, so don’t be upset if they don't. I can always get you some more.”

Tension broke as I looked down at the yellow and pink petals. “Sounds like a good goal. Thank you.”

No one ever got me flowers before. I never even got myself flowers.

“They’re really pretty,” I said. “You grew these?”

“One of the guys I live with, Marko, planted them a year or so back. He’s always doing something all the time. One of those things is gardening… or cooking. God, I’m about to describe him as a very large bear in a frilly apron.”

I laughed, trying to picture this oversized beta he must’ve been talking about.

“Even if he did complain like a little bitch for weeks after he tore his hands up weeding once. He gets a little wired if he doesn’t have something to do with his hands,” Cal went on. “Anyway, I’m rambling.”

“Ah,” I said, only slightly following now.

He and Marko must’ve been good friends for a while. I still couldn’t believe that this calm, cool, and collected Cal from the other day was so nervous. Here I thought I was going to be the nutcase.

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