Page 19 of The Omega Archives: Part Two

Not me, of course.

Wait. What if they already had another omega?

Anger and nerves pulsed.

What if that was just another thing that Cal lied– omitted —to me about? Though I would have smelled another omega by now if there was one in the house. My nose had been sensitive the past few hours and the only scents I could pick up were the warm sweet spices and citrus undertones of the men talking loudly downstairs until one of them shushed the others.

I peeked down the steps. Crouching, the sweatpants they put on me at some point pooled around my ankles. I leaned over the ledge, holding onto the railing as I listened in closer to the conversation. I could only see the back of the man who I think crawled into bed with us last night and gave me the socks I shoved in my bag.

He shifted, pacing back and forth while everyone else talked.

“We need to figure out what we are going to do with it.”

“It?” A sharp voice that I knew belonged to Cal interrupted. “You cannot have just really called her an it. She’s a person.”

“It doesn’t matter. We can just be opening our house and risk our pack over any stray homeless omega.”

“What happened to you being so into an omega being in the house, Lee?”

“Not like this. Not some Eleanor Jones.”

“I didn’t realize you had such high standards. We should make sure that Omega Services realize that next time if we ever do call back in for their help. Must have exceptional pedigree– though of course, I’m sure that means that you’d like the rest of us without that to head out the door,” Cal grumbled.

“Cal you know that’s not what I meant.”

“Yes, you did.”

“I didn’t.”

“And it’s Ella.”

There was a groan between the two of them, though no one interrupted them.

“Still. Jones? Do you hear yourself? That isn’t even probably her name?” The same person sneered as I leaned and listened in closer. Any more and I risked going over the railing. “You have no idea who this person is. She lied to you.”

“I lied to her too.”

“About what? Having a pack?” he scoffed. “Her lies likely involve her selling herself on the street before she came here.”

“How dare you!”

A deep rumbling voice I felt deep in my chest cut in. “We all need to calm down.”

But Cal, even though he didn’t come and see me, wasn’t done. “I know that she’s scared and must’ve had a good reason.”

There was silence in the other room.

A throat cleared. “I’m with the omega.”

“You’re kidding me. You too, Marko?”

The one guy inhaled as if unable to hide his surprise, lips pressed together.

“You don’t know her shit,” Marko mumbled.

“Fine then,” the irritated alpha muttered. “This is a vote then? I vote no.”

Demetri paused. “I’m willing to hear the omega out before we make any rash decisions and call Omega Services to do what is best for her when the time comes.”

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