Page 35 of The Omega Archives: Part Two

“Ella, don’t worry.”

“I can’t believe that I didn’t know I was killing myself,” she said, hushed. “I really thought it was fine. I needed to be fine.”

“Why did you need to be fine?” I asked.

She shook her head.

Another time I’d figure it out then. If it was the last thing I’d do I’d figure out just who messed with my– this omega.

I took a deep breath. I was fucking this up. Everything. I knew I was and yet I couldn’t stop myself. “You’re going to be okay.”

“That’s what that other guy said,” she nodded. “The one that found me. That I was going through a… withdrawal.”

“Marko,” I said. He was quick to figure it out compared to the rest of us.

He’d know.

“Marko,” she repeated the name, shutting her eyes as if at peace with his name. I wondered if she would feel that way once she met him outside of the haze she previously did. Everyone either had two modes when it came to Marko, love or flight.

We’d still have to see which one she chose.

She didn’t answer. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“I know you don’t want me.”

“That isn’t an option anymore.” For either of us. I was starting to understand that it wasn’t just to keep her safe at the house or every second I spent with her.

“Sorry.”

“Stop– Stop saying sorry.”

“It’s okay. I don’t want any of you either. I don’t want to be here. I want to stay here alone.”

“Omegas aren’t meant to be alone.”

“This one is,” she said, though she didn’t sound happy about it. Her omega was close to the surface as she started to bunch her blankets around herself, trying to get comfortable as I rifled through her closet to get some clothes. There wasn’t anything that looked like what I imagined she’d wear.

She squeezed a pillow to her chest before tossing it to the side.

She was nesting or trying to. It wasn’t going well which was probably for the best. She couldn’t go into heat right now. She needed to be comfortable but also, I didn’t want her to get too comfortable.

“Get what you need from your nest–” If anyone could even call it that. “And let’s get out of here.”

“I want to stay.”

I grabbed some more blankets and pillows that smelled most like her, though everything had a light hint of dampness that made my stomach roll. All the germs. “Let’s go.”

“No.” She shook her head looking around at her shack of an apartment. “No. I can’t leave. I don’t want to go.”

I wasn’t going to leave her like this. I wasn’t going to be able to leave her, especially not as a little cry escaped her lips as she hunched over.

“Oh no.”

I dropped the canvas bag I was holding and took a step over to her, trying to bend to see her eyes. She shook as she twisted her arms around her middle.

I should’ve taken her right back to the house!

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