Page 48 of The Omega Archives: Part One

Settled.

Suit yourself.

Chapter

Twelve

ELLA

For the next week, Cal messaged me every day.

He said something along the lines of"Good morning, beautiful,"and would tell me about his plans for the day without me having to ask.

If I mentioned I had extra breaks or time during the day, which didn't happen much, he'd pop by my work to force-feed me lunch and chai lattes.

He made sure to do this after he realized Rita wouldn’t be around ever since she left for her conference.

He told me about his work and other things about himself, making it clear that though it wasn’t just me and him he worried about it on a daily basis. His pack mates were constantly in the back and front of his mind, it was just me and him when we were together.

And he made sure to reiterate to an almost painful degree about how he wasn’t going to lie to me anymore.

“Not even by omission,” he vowed the next time he saw me, putting his right hand to his heart.

After the third day of his attention and sitting with me at work, working through his documents about the non-profits he mentioned looking into about omega funds, I did start to feel a little bad. Not only mentally, but physically.

My skin felt itchy and tight.

Maybe Cal had lied about one thing. Omitted.

Me on the other hand?

I was a great big liar.

I knew I wasn’t being fair at this point as Cal continued to make it up to me. I kind of figured that after he saw me a few more times I would end it with him or he would just slowly stop being interested in me anyway. Only, that clearly wasn’t happening.

I needed to end things with Cal just because I couldn’t stand it anymore. Every other word that came out of my mouth was a lie.

Why hadn’t I dated much before?Certainly not because I was a closeted omega hiding her very existence.

Do I have any family?No. I shook my head. They died in an accident.

Kind of true.

Why do you work so hard?

Some things just didn’t need answers, and most of the time, Cal didn’t seem disconcerted with my shrugs.

I was supposed to go out on a date. One.

Now I didn’t want to ever face the last one.

In only about a week I was getting oddly comfortable with him and our routine. I was also getting very used to his hands casually rubbing the back of my shoulders as my eyes lulled and my head ached from digitizing all these documents all day long.

I was going to be done with this project soon though, thank goodness. Just in time for the deadline, Mr. Wolfern set.

I could do this.

I sorted through another few documents while Cal wandered through the stacks. I worked in a constant stream of typing and staring at my screen. More random articles were stuffed in there in between the list I was compiling.

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