Page 4 of The Omega Archives: Part Three

“You’re currently at an Omega Haven.”

My heart started to thunder in my chest. I couldn’t be at an Omega Haven. I had done too much to ensure that I would never have to walk into one ever again. Be judged. Lied to. Now, I was taken. Forced to be here.

I shook my head, trying to stand up. I needed to go.

Her hands clamped down over mine, keeping me seated in place. For a beta woman, she was strong. “It’s ok. You’re safe.”

She had no idea what she was talking about. Dipping my head back down to my chest, I looked away, keeping my eyes averted for so many reasons.

“Are you alright otherwise? Can I get you anything? Water? Another blanket?”

“Bright,” I mumbled.

“Oh.” Understanding, she reached over towards a wall.

The light above us dimmed.

Around me, details started to come into my vision. I was only in a slightly smaller-than-average room. It looked almost like a hospital room, but not. A little more comfortable with blankets and pillows. And the door was closed and looked like it was locked from the outside.

I tried to take another deep breath.

I focused on the fact that another odd thing was that I was taken and thrown in here, but the blankets were scratchy. They felt pretty nice. Soft.

“Can I leave?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“It isn’t safe.”

“I thought you said I was.”

“With us, yes. You are safe now. You don’t have to worry about anything anymore,” said Jessica. “As an omega, you have rights.”

“I do?”

“For care and other options for you to live a very nice and fulfilling life. Did you know that?” she asked me.

No.

Not really.

I didn’t answer her. I was kind of done with this conversation already, but I was sure that wasn’t going to happen. So I said nothing.

“You are safe, Omega Ella.”

“Omega Ella?” I picked at the blanket, feeling the fabric run through my fingers as I narrowed my eyes.

She nodded. “For now, that’s your name– your honorific, if you will in non-casual settings. When you decide on an alpha or even a pack as they are becoming more popular, you will take that last name. For now, you will simply be Omega Elena unless you tell someone otherwise.”

“I don’t want an alpha,” I countered.

At that, Jessica’s eyes turned a bit sad again. “I know you’ve been through a lot. We are going to take things slow, but I do want to talk to you some more about a few things. First of all, we did a few tests after we brought you in.”

Without my permission?

“Through a few tests, we did see that you are underweight and haven’t been taking care of yourself on your own. We will make sure that’s fixed and that you are getting healthy again.”

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