Page 122 of Knot Their Omega

“I would suggest you rest up early, Astraea. Even though your blood results are perfect, I noticed the exhaustion in your body during the examination. Have you been sleeping properly as of late?”

“Ah…” I can’t even try to lie around that question. “It’s been all over the place, but that’s due to this whole new movement and how the implications have been affecting my original place of stay. Havens are being locked down and such… so I’ve been trying to find other arrangements.”

He sighs in understanding.

“I get it and empathize with you. Why don’t you go take a power nap? We have a specific section for Omegas, with each coordinated room having a lock that only your Alphas have the key to. It’s in a nest format, so you’ll be comfortable, even if it’s for an hour or two.”

“Uh…” It sounds inviting, but then I’m worried about the others. Looking at Icarus and Nathaníel, they exchange a look.

“Dr. Malcom has a good point. You need to rest,” Icarus announces. “The last couple of days have been training and a bigchange in your environment and usual dynamics. I’m sure with you changing your dose tomorrow, you’re going to need to feel more balanced than what you must be feeling currently.”

Nathaníel nods in support.

“Here. Why don’t I walk you over there? You can take a nap, and we’ll wake you up when we’re going to leave.”

“That sounds… really nice,” I confess with a bit of relief because now that I think about it, I’m pretty tired. “Thank you so much, Dr. Malcom. I’ll take that option.”

“Excellent. The section is just out this door and down the hall.”

“I’ll be back,” Nathaníel assures them before he takes my hand with ease and leads the way.

By the time we’re at this section of compartmentalized nests, I’m barely keeping my eyes open.

“Wow. I’m tired,” I confess and even yawn. “How did Dr. Malcom know that?”

“I’m sure he’s worked with plenty of Omegas to know the visible effects of exhaustion from overstimulation,” Nathaníel reveals. “You can barely keep your eyes open.”

“They are open,” I say, but honestly, I’m more focused on how heightened Nathaníel’s scent is in this space. I wonder if the atmosphere is tampered with to invite various scents and keep them circulating in the air.Or some cool shit.I’m trying to think of what technological contractions must be used to make this place feel so comforting, but then I’m drifting at the idea of mint chocolate ice cream.

“Ice cream,” I hum at the image that flickers in my mind. It feels like I’m swaying away and soon sinking into the most comfortable cushion I’ve ever had the privilege of enjoying. I try to open my eyes to visualize what brand of cushion goodness I’m resting in, but I’m so lost in the mixed scents that comfort all the tendrils of anxiety out of me.

I feel so calm and safe, I just want to rest and not worry about the details.

“So comfy,” I mutter. “Mint chocolate ice cream… with coffee. Nice coffee… yum… yum…” At this point, I don’t even know what I’m saying, but fingers are lightly glazing along my skull, further inviting a level of relief and comfort I can’t even describe.

I can’t remember the last time I felt so safe and relaxed.

When I was little? Surrounded by my dad and his pack as I giggled and laughed. Being able to carry no burdens that life delivers and just focus on the happiness brewing within my family.

I can recall all of that now, getting lost in those warm moments and wishing I could experience a pack like Dad’s.

To have a group of men come together and cruise through life with them.

Raising children who run free and squeal in content.

“Sweet dreams, Rebel.” The words are far away, drifting around me as that mint chocolate scent never fades. It hugs me like a glove, keeping me captive in its comforting hold while my consciousness fades away.

At some point, a gentle touch on my forehead is felt and acknowledged in my fading consciousness. The sensation makes me smile as a sense of peace runs through me.

For once in a long time, I let myself go and allow my inner child to enjoy the comforting beauty of safety and peace.

Ticking Anxiety

~ICARUS~

“We have something else more pressing to discuss.”

My eyes briefly trail to the door as Nathaníel slips back into the room. He didn’t take long, which means he definitely took Astraea to the nesting rooms and made sure she was asleep before returning here. Deep down, I assumed he was going to take advantage of the situation, but I’m coming to realize Nathaníel has many different traits in comparison to his younger twin counterpart.

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