Page 560 of Omega for the Pack

“We’re home,” said Evan after the long ride back from the OBC.

“Good, because I’m hungry,” I sighed. Ian opened my door and held my hand as we walked to the house. I was familiar now with the pink and red rosebushes in front of the home, and I couldn’t wait to add my own plants to the collection.

In the middle of cooking dinner, I started to feel sick at the smell of the onions frying in the pan. Ian was busily chopping up cubes of meat as I hunched over the trash.

“Are you okay, Liv?” said Sergio, rushing into the kitchen.

“Just feel a little sick, that’s all,” I heaved as I tried to hold the contents back in my stomach.

“Go lay down on the couch,” he ordered, and I didn’t need to be told twice. “Evan! Come here and finish cooking. I need to take care of Liv.”

I slowly made my way to the couch, holding my belly.

The fresh air flowing through the windows was a nice reprieve as I lay on the couch. I opened all the windows in the house every time I cooked, but it never seemed to clear out the food smell.

I closed my eyes, breathing in the fresh air.

“Cold lemonade for you, my love,” said Sergio, pressing a cold glass to my lips. I opened my eyes, taking a sip of the cold strawberry drink. It was refreshing, and the sickness began to subside. “I don’t want you cooking in the kitchen anymore if you feel sick.”

“You got it, pack leader,” I said, and he grinned, kneeling in front of the couch as he made me take another sip. Grabbing the remote, I turned the TV on to watch the news with him.

“Breaking news,”said the female reporter on the screen.“It has been found that several omegas had been taken by the mastermind Henry while escaping the raid. It is unclear how many omegas he had kidnapped as they haven’t been accounted for. Twenty alphas associated with the crimes are still at large. Their mode of escape, speedboats, had been reportedly seen in the water by sight-seers.”

“So fucking horrible,” said Sergio, while softly touching my belly.

“What do you think he plans to do with them?” I asked, contemplating the horrors that the omegas might be forced to endure.

“Nothing good,” he said. “I don’t want you to stress about that. God knows how much stress you’ve already been through.”

“I just hope they’re okay.”

“I know, baby,” said Sergio, kissing me on the lips. “But all this stress can’t be good for the baby. How about let’s change the channel to something else and play a game of chess while our pack cooks us dinner?”

I smiled, “a huge alpha playing chess?”

“Just like I played puzzles with you,” he growled. “I enjoy it. And I know you love it even more.”

The next day,I never imagined who was going to walk into my home as I quietly wrote my story in my notebook.

“Hey Olivia,” said a soft female voice, and I shut my notebook closed, looking up to see Lacy standing there in a flowing pink dress, her belly about ready to pop. She was holding candles and oils in her hands, which she slowly set down on the coffee table. “I know you probably still hate me, but your alphas had told mine that you were experiencing morning sickness.”

“Isn’t that normal?” I said, not sure what to do with my cousin. We weren’t exactly talking like buddies, like how we used to. Text messages had gone silent, and there were no more calls between us.

“It is, but there are ways to make yourself feel a little better,” she said, handing me a roll-on made with peppermint and lavender oil. “Just roll this over your stomach and your chest in the morning and at night. I could swear by it.”

“Oh, cool, thanks I guess,” I said, staring at the bottle in my hand. “I’ll try it later, I suppose. Listen about the hiking trip…”

“No, I’m sorry,” said Lacy, cutting me off quickly before I could speak. “I wish I waited until you were rescued to have my wedding. And I should have tried more to save you.”

“I know you tried,” I said. “I’m sorry too for a lot of stuff I said out of anger. You deserve to be happy, too.”

I thought about all the omegas who were still not found and the helplessness I felt watching the news last night. It was bigger than I could have ever thought of.

“So all forgiven?” she asked hopefully.

“Only if you sing at my wedding,” I said, smiling.

“You got it,” said Lacy, grinning at me. It was a moment of shared forgiveness, which was the best feeling to have right now. She immediately sat next to me and hugged me from the side. I leaned into her, sensing her ginger scent.

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