Page 50 of The Omega Archives: Part Two

“ We do all need some rest. We will regroup in the morning.”

They didn’t already know that I did what for a second there when she ran away we thought was impossible. I got Ella to give us a chance.

I got her to admit that she wanted what we had to offer whether or not she was still terrified about what it all meant. That was huge. That was special. That meant… god, was this girl feeling half as much as I felt for her already?

I raised the glass before climbing the stairs towards Ella. It was too late for me not to get my hopes up. In my head, this was a done deal just like she said when we first ran into each other. Like fate.

And now she was here. An omega.

In my house. With my pack. With me.

Chapter

Sixteen

ELLA

Icouldn’t ignore the loud grumble of my stomach any longer.

I tossed and turned in bed for another minute, trying to keep my eyes closed and savor whatwas leftof the silence and darkness that had taken over the room. It had gotten even darker since I must’ve drifted off. But I couldn’t help it.

I was starving.

Cal lay behind me on the other edge of the bed. He was a careful and likely calculated distance away from me. He clutched the thinnest sheet under his chin, breathing in and out. As I sat up, the softest, most comfortable bed I’ve ever experienced didn’t jostle himat all.

I missed dinner. I must’ve still been sleeping when Cal checked on meandhe didn’t think to wake me up.

Now, it was nearly midnight.

Over the years, I’d gotten used to hunger. Half of the time on my pills, I wasn’t hungry much anyway. It wasn’t just the hormones that I was suppressing. I was pushing down every primal need and had been doing it without hesitation for years. Now, it felt like I had an animal gnawing on my insides, begging to break free.

Slipping my legs free of the twisted sheets, I carefully slid down the side of the mattress that was a little too high from the floor for my liking.

I made my way to the door and into the hallway. Everyone must’ve been asleep.

The lights were off in the hall. Only small lamps built into the wall remained on as if for this moment to make my way down the steps. I tiptoed.

It certainly wouldn’t beagoodthingif one misstep down the stairs led to an entire household of alphas springing up to see what was the matter.

They probably wouldn’tevenhesitate to scream at me for disrupting their sleeporas I was thinking of leaving theroomthey put me in again.

Being here might’ve been the better of the evils out there. It didn’t seem after all that these alphas wanted to hurt me.

According to what happened back at my apartment with the broodiest alphaof all, it didn’t seem that causing my life to becompletely painfulwas on their mind. Liam’s hands were soft and didn’t grab and push me to do anything or take whatever he wanted like the alphas I always knew would without pause.

He just let me be.

He let me take it. From him.

And though I had given myself quite a few orgasms or near enough to one over the years, while I rubbed against him and he praised me–

My cheeks heated, though the rest of my body had taken onacoolcalm disposition since I slept.

That had to be a good signatleast.

I wasn’t actively dying anymore.

Or maybe just dying a little less.

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