Page 9 of My Omega's Dream

I shift the dream slightly, changing the landscape until the clouds drift away and the sun comes out. Then I shift myself into my wolf form, becoming a giant, black wolf. I step into the dream fully, confronting the hulking shadowy figure. Baring my teeth and giving it my best snarl, the figure flinches back before eventually running away.

With the danger away, the person whose dream this belongs to has a chance to catch their breath. They give me a soft smile. The dream slowly morphs into something softer, something kinder to the owner. Once I know they’re safe from their own demons, I step out of the dream.

Back in the gray fog, I wander some more.

I stand outside a large house, the inside lit up with Christmas decorations. Stepping closer, I look inside, finding an omega standing before the giant tree. His stomach is round, his hands rubbing it gently.

Someone is dreaming about being home, pregnant, and happy. It’s a heartwarming scene yet at the same time, thelongingis palpable. It feels like the omega wants this desperately to be real.

The longing is so strong it makes my teeth ache, sinking under my skin until my own longing is just as strong. It’s a reminder of how alone I am on the road.

Shaking my head, I continue through the fog.

The next dream I find makes me smile. It appears someone is in their regency romance era. I’ve walked straight into a masked ball.

Curiosity gets the better of me. I manifest an outfit into existence before stepping into the dream. I’m wearing plain pants and a matching shirt. The thing that makes me stand out is the black wolf mask that covers the upper half of my face and the black fur robe over my shoulders, clasped in the front with a gold chain. The robe flows down my back, hitting my calves.

It’s a nod to my shifter form yet keeps me within the confines of this particular dream world.

I look around, taking everything in. There are couples dancing as a band plays soft music. There’s a king and a queen on a raised platform, watching everything happening. Everyone here is faceless and stale but that’s not unusual for dreams. The only people with true features are usually the owners of the dream, the people they manifest into the dream that they know in real life, and me, of course.

It doesn’t take long for me to find the owner. My breath honest-to-gods catches when I see him. He’s wearing a gorgeous suit, tailored perfectly for his body in the most gorgeous purple color. His hair is longer than in the waking world, braided in intricate designs. His face is half covered with a peacock inspired mask.

He might be the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on.

I’m drawn towards him like a moth is drawn to a flame. My feet move without my permission, taking me across the ballroom towards the omega I can’t seem to stop thinking about. Themusic grows a bit louder, properly becoming the background soundtrack to our meeting.

Our eyes meet and I watch as his widen in surprise. I don’t know if it’s the fact that it’smeor the fact that someone is approaching him. If it’s the second, I can’t help but wonder why. He’s beautiful, I can’t imagine him not getting attention wherever he goes.

A serving person walks past me and I can’t help but grin. This truly feels like a scene from a romance novel as I pluck two tall glasses of champagne from the platter before finishing my walk over to short, fair, and handsome.

“Hello,” I say softly, passing one of the glasses over to him. “I saw you from across the ballroom and I couldn’t help but come over and meet you properly.”

He takes the glass from me, smiling up at me shyly. He takes a sip, tucking a lock of white hair behind his ear in the most adorable way. My heart is beating rapidly against my ribs as I watch him. I suddenly feel like the big bad wolf, watching my prey and my inner wolf chuffs happily at the idea.

From this close, I can smell him again. As subtly as I can, I take in a deep breath. I want to savor this. I want to memorize it so I can relive it when I’m awake in the morning.

“Thank you,” he finally says, his gray eyes snapping up to mine. “I’m Avery,” he says, holding out his hand for me.

Feeling bold, I carefully remove the white glove from his hand so that I can bring his bare skin to my mouth, kissing the back of his hand. Sparks dance across my lips. Our eyes stay locked as I do this and I watch with amusement as the gray of Avery’s eyes slowly fades, leaving behind glowing omega golden eyes.

Oh, he is stunning.

I stand to my full height. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“The pleasure is truly all mine.” Avery finishes his flute of champagne, handing it over to one of the servants before taking my hand in his own. “Dance with me.”

Who am I to say no? I follow behind Avery onto the dance floor. The music turns softer and I look around, watching how everyone around us is dancing so that I can properly mimic it.

Avery holds up his right hand and I hold up mine, our palms meeting between us. Then we begin to step with everyone else, making a small circle.

My stomach warms as we dance around each other, the couples around us all making space for us. I turn Avery before pulling him back to myself, my hand going around his waist to keep him against my chest. He stares up into my eyes and my knees grow weak.

“May I know the name of my dance partner?”

I miss a step but I do my best to keep us moving around the dance floor. I put on my best grin and chuckle darkly. As much as I crave Avery knowing who I am, in my experience, it’s best to do proper introductions outside of dreams.

Would he react the same way my pack did? Or would I finally have someone who accepts me, abilities and all?

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