Page 17 of Capturing Their Omega

All I need is a good rest and my pills. And I’ll be back to my old self. Not that I cherish my old self. But it is better than my current situation.

As I walk inside, I can’t help but notice how busy it is. The servants are running around on different errands like there’s an event going on that I don’t know about.

What is happening?

It sure isn’t Leila’s birthday today. Her birthday was just before mine, a month ago. There is no event to be held this time of the year. If there was, my mom would have told me about it.

Maybe they have an important person over. But who is so important to the Kayes that they would put in this much effort?

The presence of several people in the same space gets to me. I buckle and gasp for air as a new wave of scents hit me. My head swirls wildly as I follow their movements with my eyes. I am nauseous and again assaulted with the urge to puke.

Not this again.

Some eyes stray my way. Just like on the street, they are looking at me weirdly. But none of the people around me make any move toward me, even as I collapse in pain.

The servants know me and how I’m always at death’s doorstep. So they don’t really react. They have more important things to do anyway. I just need to get home to Mom. I dread her seeing me this way, but I have no other choice. I know she is worried sick that I am not back home yet. I never stay too long at school. The walk has taken more time than I estimated.

I hate bringing my mom pain. I let out a silent prayer that Eric gets a refill for me. At least that way, I won’t be adding more expenses to my mom’s plate.

I forge forward, anticipating the warmth from our home that will help calm the unusual sensations in my body. Maybe I’ll spend the night cuddled in my mom’s bed. I am so close to the corner that leads home when it hits me.

It is the most delicious scent I have perceived in my life. It seems to have blocked out all other scents. I pause and sniff the air, hungry for more. My body vibrates as the scent becomes clearer. It is a male scent, woody and overpowering.

Where is it coming from? Who is emanating this strong scent?

I should be on my way home. Yet, I find myself sniffing the air for more. It is exhilarating and intoxicating. My heart thumps in my chest faster than it ever has.

I crave more. I want the source.

My legs suddenly move of their own accord. I follow the scent as it leads me to the garden, taking me away from the path home.

What am I doing?

I shouldn't be poking around the Kaye's residence. Especially on a day like this. I do my best to avoid the grounds, but I am not in control anymore. It is like I’m being controlled by another being with raving needs.

I can't think straight. No! My brain cells are slowly dying as an animalistic urge grows rapidly in me.

The scent is rich and irresistible. I can't control my urge.

Sandalwood and jasmine. That is what I’m smelling. My mouth waters with the deliciousness I am taking in.

I increase my pace. I don't want to lose the scent.

The pains in my body are slowly residing in the back of my mind. All I need is the source.

I need.

I want.

I crave.

I finally make it to the garden to see a big man dressed in a suit. He is standing with his back to me. His hands are stuck in his pockets as he gazes ahead.

It is him!

The scent is stronger now. He is the one emanating the scent that drives me to crave. He has no idea what he is doing to me. I have no idea what is happening to me.

I want him.

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