Page 21 of The Omega Archives: Part Two

I shook my head. “We might as well talk about it. There is only one way this can go.”

"No," said Cal.

"You have to turn the omega in. She's not ours and she isn't going to be right for us."

Cal nearly snarled as he looked at me. "No!"

I blinked at him, my heart hesitating in my chest at his venom.

Demetri shut his eyes. Finally, there was a crack in the facade of Mr. Perfect he started to put on ever since we bought the townhouse here in the city and he finally gave into the role his father had wanted him to fall into all his life. Mr. Perfect Prestford he used to revolt against ever since we met each other at stupid society dinners, commiserating about how terrible our home lives were because of them making school at least somewhat bearable.

“Yeah, we don’t want to get ahead of ourselves and almost bond ourselves to some omega-bitch we barely know,” I said.

Demetri seethed and looked away, taking a step back towards the doorway leading to the main hall.

“This isn’t like that.”

“Like what?” I clarified, wanting them to say it. “Like how the last omega we let into this house just based on our feelings thought she could tear us apart and keep the pieces–excuse me– alphas, she wanted? Let alone the fact that this one upstairs barely seems to care that she's an omega let alone how to act properly like one.”

Marko shrugged, his hazel eyes locking on mine. “Don’t see why what happened before bothers you, brother. She wanted you.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Because unlike everyone here apparently, I’m looking out for us all. The rest of you are happy to just leave one of us out whenever you want and do whatever you want even if it means tearing this pack apart,” I snapped loudly.

Everyone froze.

“Fuck,” I muttered, lifting my hand to my forehead, massaging my temples.

Demetri stared at me. I expected him to say something, but he didn’t.

If anything, from the stagnant emptiness through the bond between us, it was clear that everyone was seeing the space between us all too clearly. The want, between us for each other and more than that, to take care of someone who wanted us to take care of them when we were all so focused on trying to fix each other for no reason other than to have that purpose after so many years we craved.

But we had to do it right this time. Nothing was going to screw up our chance to have a family and be happy again. Especially not me.

Marko glared at me. He never said much, but with that look, I wanted to immediately apologize or explain more to make this somewhat better. But I wasn’t the one who made things better.

So I held any words of apology back.

I remembered his earlier words about the omega he told me when I first brought up my concerns. You don’t know her shit.

He was right, I didn’t. But I knew that we probably couldn’t handle it, especially not if it went wrong. This pack had handled enough for a lifetime and now it was time for us to be happy and stop fucking it all up even if that meant finding a traditional omega to fit our traditional lives that I and Demetri were born into and revolted against until now.

Especially after last time.

“We can’t just take the risk for us and from Omega Services and keep her like some pet,” I said. "We were supposed to do this right and find the omega best for us if there is one. No risks."

“Like I said. We aren’t making any decisions about what is going to happen with her right now,” Demetri said again, steady no matter how tired he looked. “Plus, I believe she deserves to be a part of any of these conversations. For now, our only goal is to make sure that she is safe and that she knows that. No expectations.”

Marko grunted in agreement.

“You just need to get to know her," said Cal, his voice tired compared to before. “I think… I think she would be good for us. You just need to get to know her even if she turned out to?—”

“Have lied to you?” I asked. It was clear I hit another nerve. “You haven’t even been up to her since you brought her here.”

Cal looked down at his feet, chewing on the inside of his cheek. A sense of sadness bled through the bond again even if he was trying to block us out. He was too in his head to be doing well for some reason.

With a deep breath, he turned around and headed towards the front staircase. His footsteps pounded up to the second floor.

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