Page 105 of The Omega Archives: Part Two

“I mean, okay,” I said.“I thinkIwould liketo stay here. With you. The pack. For now. If that’s okay. Youcould help me when everything happens. If it does sooner rather than later.”

Demetri’s eyes widened as he blinked. “You want to be our omega?”

“If you’ll have me. For now, I mean. As a trial even, if you’d like. I like you alla lotmore than I ever imaginedand…I’d like to try. More than alreadyIguess. Not that you haven’t been doing enoughandeverything hasn’t been happening already–”

A smile curled both edges of his lips.

Teeth flashed as he lifted his hands before putting them back down at his sides. Was it possible that thegoodbusinessman wanted to…hug me?

Maybe I was wrong about the stoic alpha.

“Of course, Ella.”

“Thanks for everything. I mean, I should probably go and get a shower and go to bed. I am tired now with everything.”

Demetri nodded. “Sleep well. I’ll worry about the rest now. You don’t need to think about anything. Okay. We want to make sure you’re comfortable.”

Even if they could never fully love me after Iwas forcedon them, itmade warmth stirin my chest.

Damn, omega.

Itook a steptowards the stairs before giving one last hesitant smile over my shoulder.

Thiswas it. This house. Them. I was staying here. Astheir omega.

It was everything I ran from, but now, I didn’t want to run from them.

Maybe my legs were too tired. Maybe I just didn’t want to.

For the first time, that sounded like a good enough reason to me.

“Did I hear what I think I heard?” Cal stood on the edge of the steps, clearly eavesdropping.

I rolled my eyes as I continued to make my way upstairs. “I told you already that I was going to try. For real.”

Pulling me up into his arms, Cal twirled me around. “Ugh, you are so ours.”

I wanted to tell him not to get ahead of himself, but I didn’t. I couldn’t help the giggles that escaped as he held me. Maybe they were mine.

They were mine.

And I think I was starting to be okay with it. Omegas wereneededdesiredandused. But maybe with them, it would never be a bad thing. They were never cruel.

They were mine.

The thought jolted me, certainty embedding itself in my chest all the way to Cal’s shower so that I would lather myself in his soap. When I go out, I dried my hair. Cal remained inside of his room, sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling at me .

“You need to stop that,” I warned him.

“What?”

“Being so happy?” It was more of a question than a conviction. I did like to see him smile.

There was something terribly infectious about it.

Cal chuckled with a shrug. “Nah. Where would the fun in that be?” He asked. “I figure I need to be happy for the both of us right now.”

“I am happy.”

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