Page 41 of The Omega Archives: Part Three

A weight on my shoulders I didn’t know that I was holding relieved, at least at that. “Good.”

Turning, I headed towards the residence hall behind us, keeping my steps short and quick away from them.

“Ella!” Lidya called.

“It’s fine,” I called back. “I just need some time. Alone.”

When I got back to our room, I crawled into my bed which had slowly accumulated with blankets and a few particularly soft pillows.

I fell asleep, better than having to deal with anything else the day held, and didn’t wake up for dinner or even to hear Lidya come back. I only woke up late at night, the room pitch black and my legs tangled in sheets that scraped against my delicate skin.

My stomach cramped. Sweat was already thick on the back of my neck. It felt like I had been thrown into an oven.

I was all alone.

I was always going to be all alone and when it was for real it would be even worse. Because I would rather be alone than be with the one person who was going to make certain that I was never going to be alone again.

I was going to be bound to Benjamin Davinson.

Tears started to track down my cheeks before I could stop them. “It’s ok. It’s ok,” Lidya kept repeating. “It’s just a heat flare. Right?”

She checked my face as if to confirm.

I nodded.

She sat on the edge of my bed, her hand gentle on my shoulder as if to offer comfort in my distress.

I tried to focus on her voice, anchoring myself in the present moment rather than spiraling into the unknown future that awaited me.

“It's just a heat flare, Ella. It’ll pass. You're not alone, remember that,” Lidya reassured me, her tone firm yet compassionate.

Just a heat flare.

Why did it feel like so much more?

I sniffled, trying to compose myself as I wiped away the tears that stained my cheeks. The fear of what lay ahead lingered in the recesses of my mind, but for now, I clung to Lidya's presence as a lifeline.

As the minutes passed and the heat flare began to subside only to bolster itself, I felt a sense of clarity washing over me.

Despite the uncertainty and turmoil within our pack, I knew that I couldn't let fear dictate my actions. I had to face whatever challenges awaited us head-on, alongside my fellow omegas and all.

“It’s ok.”

It didn’t feel ok.

Before I could tell her not to, Lidya was climbing into my bed and holding me. “I don’t know if this is alright, but I think it’s the best I can do to help you. Just breathe.”

I whined and though I didn’t want her holding me, or at least, I thought I didn’t, I leaned further into her touch, crying against where she held me in a tight hug.

“Shhh. This sucks,” she said.

It really did.

“I can’t believe they’re doing this to you.”

“They’re going to give me to him,” I tearfully said. I needed to say it aloud. I needed to tell the truth of it all. I was never going to be Ella the omega of Prestford Pack.

Just like I was never meant to be Ella, the beta.

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