Page 77 of The Omega Archives: Part Three

I was going to be Benjamin Davinson’s bonded omega.

And there was nothing I could do about it.

Maybe eventually he would get truly bored of me. Or maybe I could fake my death and run away or something. Maybe I could find a way to see Lucas who was getting more and more agitated as our fate we thought we could break was starting to become real the closer the choosing ceremony at the academy for alphas and omegas who made a connection got.

“What if we just go to the office and tell the headmasters.”

“Tell them what?”

“That we are scent-matched!” said Lucas one day as he paced back and forth. “That has to mean something, doesn’t it? It would be to Omega Services, right? They believe in that kind of stuff still.”

“Maybe,” I conceded, without emotion.

But then again, he didn’t know omega services like I do. Maybe it would make a difference like it did for Lidya, but for me?

I was pretty sure that at the end of this week, according to Omega Services, there was going to be no record of me ever again if the Davinsons had things nicely wrapped up in a bow the way they wanted to.

I didn’t want to think about any of this stuff, even though I could see just how much it was bothering Lucas.

All I wanted was to hold him and for him to hold me and make every second count since every time he left at the end of our sneaking visits, I sobbed for hours until Lidya was starting to look concerned, only able to offer me a cool washcloth to help with the swelling I caused before I sent myself into another heat flash which was getting more intense every time.

It wasn’t going to be long now until my heat was for real. And it was making sure that I knew, it was going to be a doozy.

My previously well-rested face returned to one with deep lavender circles under its eyes again. I hadn’t seen them in a while.

When the dress came from Benjamin Davinson, I stared at it in the box for a long time.

He probably had one of his assistants pick it out. Perhaps, his mother who I’d met long ago and couldn’t remember saying anything other than “yes, alpha” or “of course, alpha” had a hand in deciding.

But I didn’t expect it to be red.

Lidya helped me get the dress on after twisting my hair into a low chignon that was a little lopsided. A few strands of hair were already escaping over my ears. The fabric was snug and hugged my waist tightly until I couldn’t breathe.

“There,” said Lidya, quietly, once I was finally zipped in. She leaned over my shoulder and looked at us in the mirror.

The other day, she started to pack up her things on her side of the room. It wouldn’t just be me leaving once the choosing ceremony was over. Her time at the academy was finally up.

Soon, Lidya would be with her alphas. She’d be happy and healthy and living the life she should’ve been for a year now as an artist studying at the university every day instead of splitting her time. I bet she would make waves.

I bet no one was going to be able to stand in her way.

Eventually, the dread came on full force.

Already some of the omegas were getting louder, the doors slamming throughout the residence halls as they were escorted out from their rooms to the choosing ceremony where some would likely not be sleeping in their academy nests ever again after tonight.

At the knock at my door, three short and one long.

Lidya gave me a soft, sad smile, though I could see she was trying to hide it. “I’ll give you guys some time.”

“Thank you,” I said, watching as she moved across the room towards the door.

She opened it up to reveal the alpha that could much easier move about campus tonight with attention turned elsewhere, though I was beginning to see that Lucas was simply good at hiding no matter what.

My sly alpha.

My chest hurt just looking at him and now… I was going to have to say goodbye.

“Hey,” he greeted Lidya. “How are you.”

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