Page 158 of Omega for the Pack

“I forgot to take my pill this morning,” she said as my knot grew bigger. She tried to pull away, but she winced in pain. “I thought I was staying with my parents.”

“Don’t hurt yourself,” I growled. “It’s too late now.”

I held her hips in place and carried her to the bed. It was a canopy bed with a sheer white cloth hanging down the side.While I was still locked inside her warm opening, I gently laid her down in front of me.

“Now I won’t have a real choice to leave you or not,” she said, not meeting my eyes. “What if I get pregnant?”

“You can’t blame me,” I said. “I gave you the pills last night.”

She shook her head, not wanting to see reason. Damn, she was stubborn.

“If you hadn’t stolen my pills in the first place, this wouldn’t have happened,” she said, trying once again to pull away from my swollen cock and wincing again from the resistance.

“Breathe, just relax,” I said. And apparently, that was the wrong thing to say when her eyes widened.

“How could you tell me to relax?” she said. “Okay, I know I fucked up not taking the pill, but now I could get pregnant. And your brother is running around Howl’s Edge, terrorizing everyone. It’s not safe to have a baby.”

“You’re not in heat,” I said, kissing her neck and rubbing her back. I had to get her to calm down. I didn’t want our relationship to end in a fight before I had to hunt for my brother and leave her here with Luke. Jealousy stabbed at my heart at having to leave her alone to bond with another mate. I knew it was the norm to share an omega, but I had never done it before. “You have nothing to worry about, little princess. Why are you crying? Tell me.”

She huffed and tried to turn her face away from me. But I wouldn’t let her. I grasped her chin and kissed her on the lips.

I kissed away her tears. Her pain was my pain, and I was surprised to learn that then. My heart ached when I saw her like this. I wanted to fix her pain.

“I don’t want you to leave,” she finally sighed against my lips once I had calmed her down with my petting and purring.

“Are you saying you want to stay with me?” I asked.

“Yes.”

I stopped breathing, and I paused while rubbing her back. She actually wanted to be with me. She wanted me. Me, an outcast sigma hated by her people.

“Is that your final decision? Are you very sure?” I asked unbelievingly, gazing into the depths of her sky-blue eyes.

“I’m very sure,” she said, laughing and crying. I hugged her tight, and she wrapped her shaking arms around me as my knot held her tight to me. My heart filled with warmth and pride that my omega wife wanted me.

“I love you,” I said gruffly, not caring one bit if it was too early and that there was the fact that it was only days since we were married.

“Already?” she smiled, kissing me on the lips.

She didn’t say it back, but I felt it in her kiss. One day, she would say it. I knew it from the deep feeling I had in my soul about her. She was the one I needed, the one I wanted, and the one I never would let go of. If she couldn’t recognize it fully, that was okay.

“I’ll come back for you as soon as I have the problem at home sorted,” I said. “Are you willing to give up this beautiful bed and all your luxuries for a rough old sigma?”

She giggled again, pulling on the black bow tie she forced me to wear this morning alone with a dress shirt. She relented on letting me wear the black jeans with it. This morning didn’t start out well for us, but then I saw hope for our future.

“Yes,” she said. “Believe it or not, I don’t care about this stuff anymore.”

I didn’t believe it, but I vowed to myself to make her as comfortable as possible living with me.

“Your room is cute,” I said, looking around at the bright curtains and her books scattered on her desk. There was a large armchair with makeup supplies strewn all over it. “I take it you like to do makeup?”

“Yes,” she said, her eyes lighting up. I want to open my own salon one day to help omegas on their wedding day.”

She had ambitions and goals that I didn’t know about. We had been too busy screwing around and not talking enough.

“Wow, I’m sure you’re amazing at it,” I said.

“Yeah, like when I was doing my cousin’s makeup at the cafe before you barged in to destroy everyone,” she said with a cheeky smile.

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