Page 10 of Knot Our Omega

"It's just…"

Damn, I hated seeing her this distraught. "Just tell us darling. You're working yourself up over nothing."

A tear fell from her eyes as she spoke. "Eighteen."

"Perfect," Felix responded. "Just how I like my women."

Her brows furrowed. "You do?"

"We do," I confirmed.

"But the organization—" she began, and I cut her off, slamming both my palms onto the bar in front of her as I leaned in to speak, looking into her beautiful eyes.

"The agency forces women into boxes they don't need to be in. I'd prefer my omega to be authentic, not the same as every other omega I've seen." I'd never make her feel like less than because she wasn't what we were promised. Fuck Luka for making her question that. "Now eat up so we can show you to your nest."

"My nest?" she asked as I placed a sandwich in front of her.

"We thought maybe you'd want your own space."

"Why?" She blinked a few times, confused. Those big blue eyes were magnified by those glasses that were perched on her button nose.

"To feel more comfortable. Though you're welcome into our space, if you wish," I offered because I'd give anything to have her in our bed, sleeping with her bare skin next to mine. Though I'd settle for having her in a room close to ours.

"And… and you…" She seemed so confused. "Sleep together?"

"It's easier to sleep when our unit is together," I offered. "Your nest is off of our room, so connected still. And we share a common bathroom and closet area."

She concentrated on her sandwich. "I see."

I watched her take a bite, her chewing slow. My eyes were fixated on the way her mouth worked, and I shifted uncomfortably. Fuck, she really was going to become an obsession. I'd heard about it. Heard about the effect an omega had on their unit. That once an omega entered the fold, they were never the same again. I just – well, I never believed it until this moment.

I tried not to be a creep as she ate, letting her enjoy her late-night meal while Felix kept pushing strawberries and melononto her plate when she wasn't looking. We'd never let our omega go unsatisfied; that was a promise I made myself. Not after she had spent so much of her life in that building, being filtered inaccurate, outdated information about what we wanted. No, I knew what we wanted. And it was her.

CHAPTER SIX

LUKA

I hated myself, though I'd never admit it out loud. I hated that I hurt her feelings, made her cry, when I wasn't mad ather. I was mad at the situation. I was mad that a company everyone trusted botched our transaction, and I was furious that I uncovered just how unjust the omegas have it.

She never should have been there for seven years. And if we hadn't come along, our omega would have been there for eight. Eight years without sunlight. I couldn't fathom it. If it was a dorm of alphas, they would have had a revolt on their hands.

The situation, coupled with a long drive, admittedly made me one grumpy alpha, and when we reached our home, our own personal sanctuary in the middle of open fields and rolling hills, with its own beautiful clusters of trees, I knew it was best to leave Felix and Alfie to the omega, and cool my mood a bit.

When everyone was in the safety of our home and our alarms were set, I collected the omega's bags and carried them to her nest. Her measly two duffels were upsetting in themselves. Do they not make enough money from the alphas to at least spoilthe omegas as they deserved? She should be covered in riches, not a threadbare shirt and leggings that were made cheaply compared to my standards. Was it like this for all omegas? Did they only dress their finest on days when they were to be showed off to their alphas and taken home? Our omega is owed more than threadbare.

I'd change that for her.

I'd change everything she knew until she realized that she was perfect... even if I made her feel less than.

She was perfect, I'd admit. I had expectations, but the more I looked at our little omega, the way I openly watched her through the rear-view mirror as I drove and she slept against Alfie, the more I realized that I would have never been happy with the omega I had requested. She would have been too plain, too much of a copy and paste version of all the omegas I know, and I was never one to follow fads. I didn't care for the things everyone else had. Our omega should not be an exception to that.

I looked around the nest that was a sliding door off of our bedroom, and I wondered how she would make it her own. We purchased stuff, but it was based off of another omega’s likes, and our omega, well, she couldn't be more opposite. I dropped her duffels onto the mat on the floor, closing my eyes against the strong scent of dark, rich cherries that handling the bags had stirred up.

Cherries. I never knew I could love a scent so much. Never knew I could crave it. But in less than a day, the simple scent traveled straight down my spine and to my cock that was already starting to harden at the mere thought of tasting her. And I wanted to taste her. Taste every inch of our omega until she was squirming and slick with her desire for us.

Fuck.

I couldn't think this way. She was a shy, timid thing. Probably way sweeter than I ever deserved.

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