Page 14 of The Omega Archives: Part Two

The omega's whimper hitched in her throat as she curled up into a tight little ball as if to protect herself. A sheen of sweat covered her skin even as she shivered from the cold.

“Sh, darling. You were crying in your sleep,” I whispered, reaching out to her, but not touching. “Let me help.”

“No.” Ella whimpered.

“Not like that. Let me take care of you a little.” Carefully I reached for the things I brought into the room earlier with Marko while she was resting, just in case. Though she wasn't in heat, her pain pushed me and my alpha to react as if she was between that and sick.

Helping them to carefully sit up, I pulled a sweatshirt that made her moan overhead.

“God," she dipped her face into the gray cotton.

I pushed back the hood to see her face. “Is that okay?"

“Smells so good,” she moaned.

I chuckled, getting back to work.

“It's like soaking in a chai latte.”

I never heard that one before, but I didn’t contradict her. I chuckled. Carefully, I grabbed each of her feet and pulled on pink fluffy socks. They were like clouds. “I’m sure Liam will be delighted to hear you like his scent. He is one of the sweetest of us."

Besides Cal, anyway.

"What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” I asked.

She made a noise between a moan and a hum. “They’re going to find me.”

“Who? Who is going to find you?” I asked.

She shook her head. “He warned me. He said that they would if this happened.”

I tried a different tactic. “Who told you that?”

"Peter."

Peter? Was this another alpha? I could feel a growl in my chest.

I shoved it down.

Opening her eyes, they were still half closed and tired as she stared at me. Her skin appeared hot and feverish though she didn’t look as bad as she did before Allison had come to check on her. “My brother.”

“Cal said you don’t have a family,” I said.

“I don’t,” she whispered. “Not anymore.”

She swayed and I helped her back to lie down. I should leave her alone and go back out into the hall and get some rest of my own. I laid down with her instead, keeping a decent distance between us. “You know, I had a sister. She was an omega.”

“Is that why you knew these fluffy socks feel like my feet are clouds?”

My lips curled in a smile before having to explain.

“My sister died when she was about nineteen,” I told her. “It wasn’t long after she expressed her designation.”

“Wouldn’t she have been with a pack?”

“She was starting to court.”

“What happened?”

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