Page 41 of The Omega Archives: Part Two

“I would never say that.”

“This is all because…”

“You’re an omega.”

My throat felt dry every time I admitted to it. "I'm sorry."

“No. You don't have to be sorry. But yes, you are an omega. One who is in a rather precarious position behind unbonded and right now after... taking care of yourself for a long time your body needs time to adjust and get healthy again.”

Liam said I was dying before I came here. I didn’t want to believe that. It was just like how I didn’t want to believe Rita when she brought up all the studies and how she’d noticed my appetite turning less and less over the past few months.

It was true.

I knew deep down that it was all the truth.

My shoulders slumped as I finally lifted my eyes to meet the tall, dark alpha. “Healthy.”

“And safe. That’s all we want is to make sure that you are safe here and healthy, okay?” Demetri pressed his lips together when I met his gaze, a shock running through his eyes. The intensity of it rushed through me.

I shifted where I sat on the couch. “You’re not going to call Omega Services?”

“No.”

Everyone around the lead alpha turned to look at him straight on now from where they milled around the room. He took a moment to meet each of their eyes as if having a silent conversation.

“We’re not,” he said. “Not yet.”

“Why?”

Demetri shook his head. “You’re going to stay with us for a little while and not run away again. We’re going to let you rest as long as we can, and no one would fault us for that. Then– only then, we will make the next decision that is best for you.”

“But...” I couldn’t come up with a good answer. They wanted to keep me.

Safe.

Healthy.

Here.

“If you don’t want to be here once you are back on your feet and are healthy enough not to be a danger to yourself, then we will work something out. We will contact Omega Services and get you set up comfortably there, but until I am sure you are going to be a flight risk you are now going to stay here.”

With all of them.

Still, it sounded better than being shoved somewhere else with all the other lost omegas where anyone could find me if they looked hard enough.

Anyone could find me once my name hit that system. It was one of the rules I had in my mind first when I ran away from home and jumped from place to place before finding my landing place here in the city and at Prestford.

If I left now, where would I go?

It had been a while since I was last on the run living off vending machine crackers and the kindness of strangers which was few and far between. I can only imagine it would be even harder now if I really couldn’t go back on my suppressants.

All and all, after my episode today where I was lucky that it was only Mr. Wolfern who caught me and was able to call Liam, I doubt I’d get far.

If I did, I’d end up in an omega center with services breathing down my neck instead of the Prestford pack right now. They were starting to look more appealing by the second. And not just because they were insanely attractive.

My stupid omega hindbrain made sure to remind me that I was practically salivating over them every other minute.

If I stayed here with Cal and Liam and everyone, no one else would have to know where I went or that I was an omega. I’d already lost my job so that was one thing no one had to explain away because of my designation. I could start over again, but I guess I needed to be alive to do that.

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