Page 50 of Capturing Their Omega

“I know what it is like it is like to shift. I have had my wolf for a long time, unlike her. So, I know when to let my wolf be in control. I am always present when that happens. But with Cassie, it’s like she disappears, and it’s just her wolf. It scares me,” I finish.

Jeremiah’s eyes glow with understanding. He presses his lips together and says, “Yes, I understand you. Who would have thought that she wasn’t shiftless after all.”

I nod.

“It’s just taking her wolf some time to come out since it has been blocked for a long. I am a bit worried about that. But we can’t take her anywhere else because of her pheromones. It will be too dangerous to do that. So, let’s just give it time.” Jeremiah pats me on the shoulder.

We have no other choice. I know this, but it hurts me to see Cassie like this. She is currently in a very dangerous place, and there is little we can do.

She turns into an animal and all I can do is watch her. She’ll sniff me all over, climb on my body, and hold onto my face in curiosity. But when I look into those pale blue eyes, I don’t see Cassie. She is lost to her wolf and it terrifies me to see that. She’s also gotten really attached to everything soft. Like blankets and pillows. Jeremiah says she’s “nesting”.

Whenever she comes back to herself, she is in severe pain. Her wolf often tries to come out. I have watched several times as her bones shift underneath her skin. I’d think she is about to shift, only for her the process to halt. She is usually in so much pain during those times.

It is always terrifying to watch, but I stay with her regardless. I could never let her deal with all that alone. I often make use of warm towels over the shifting bones to help numb the pain, but that’s never enough.

Whenever I think it’s over and she is lying comfortably on the bed, it starts again. It has become an unending marathon for her. The pain is too much for her. If there is any way I could take it on, I’d willingly do so.

Cassie also can’t seem to stay in clothes. She is naked all the time. Any clothing we put on her, she shreds off her body. I only manage to keep her in her underwear for my own sanity. If we let her have her way, she’d be wandering around naked in the house. If that was the case, I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on helping her.

I am often surprised that she has the energy to rip off her clothes the way she does. But, I understand that she does it out of necessity. She gets uncomfortable with the heavy sweating and vomiting. We had to accept that but it’s not easy seeing her half-naked.

Cassie is unable to do anything for herself. So, I do everything for her. I bathe, shower her, and brush her teeth. I dress and feed her. I have become quite familiar with her body because of all of this.

I try my best to fight my urges, but Cassie makes it so difficult. She is super sexual, and I suffer for it. She has attacked me several times, jumping, crawling, and grinding on my body. She never speaks, just tries to have her way with me like an animal in heat.

For a Beta, it takes everything in me to stay sane. I cannot start to imagine what it would be like for Jeremiah if he had to take care of her. There is no denying that it would have been bad.

“Let’s hope she expels the toxins. Hopefully, things will get better then,” Jeremiah tells me again.

He seems to be doing so well at reading my thoughts.

He turns off the gas and dishes a plate up for Cassie.

“You shouldn’t give her too much,” I inform him when I notice the portion on the plate.

“Oh! Sorry about that.” He reduces it and drops the plate on the counter. “I will see you later then. Be careful.” He gives me a sympathetic look before heading out of the kitchen.

“Yeah, I will be fine,” I mutter.

While I take care of Cassie, Jeremiah has taken to locking himself in his study all day. It’s either that, or risk a feral showdown.

I sigh as I walk back up to Jeremiah’s room with Cassie’s food. I hope she eats most of it.

She should be up by now.

If it was Jeremiah going up, he would have sensed Cassie’s pheromones on the stairway. But, it is just plain old me.

When I was younger I used to feel left out that I couldn’t perceive pheromones.

My insecurity was heightened by how I was bullied in middle school by my classmates. There were three Alpha wolves who felt I was a stain on their class. I was the only Beta wolf boy in the class. The bullying had been so severe that I had to tell Jeremiah.

He wasn’t pleased that I had let it go on for so long without letting him know. But he dealt with it. I don’t know how he did, but the boys never messed with me after he had “a little talk” with them.

I have outgrown my insecurity about being a Beta. Also, nobody can get away with bullying me now. It’s a death wish to pick on me now.

Although I can’t sense pheromones, I can smell body musk due to being a wolf. When I’m close to Cassie, I often get a faint scent of roses and berries.

Is that what Jeremiah perceives? But a heightened version?

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