Page 14 of Knot Our Omega

Fuck. My name on her lips instantly made my body react and my cock harden. How would her pillowy lips feel against my skin? Would that be inappropriate for an omega?

Alfie rushed forward, plates stacked with food in his hands. "I've made breakfast, Sydney. I hope you like pancakes."

"I do," she confirmed as Alfie already began to fill her plate with pancakes and bacon.

When our omega's plate was full, we loaded our own plates, each of us sitting at the table with her. Luka took the first bite; the rest of us followed, and though she was cautious, I enjoyed seeing our omega eat with us. After she had eaten half her plate, Luka asked, "Omega, what are your plans with us?"

She swallowed hard, panic clear. She reached forward, taking a glass of orange juice in her hand and bringing it to her lips. After gulping it down, she placed her glass back on the table, still not answering.

"Omega."

Another swallow before she managed to reply. "I- I do not know, Alpha. I suppose it's whatever you want it to be."

"You have choices."

"As do you," she replied swiftly before her eyes went wide in panic, like she hadn't meant to say such things to her alpha. And truthfully, he wasn’t used to someone, especially a female, speaking to him in such ways. But she was right; he had choices. Instant regret gave way to her apology. “I’m sorry, Alpha. That was rude. It’s just… we’ve been taught that our choices don’t matter. I am here to please you.”

“And your presence does please me.” Luka didn’t take his eyes off her, the weight of his stare growing heavier by the moment. “I’ll rephrase my question. What is it you’d like to do here? Would you like to be a housewife, like most omegas? That is always an option, but something tells me our omega isn’t one to sit in one place. You could come to work with us, help around the office, though that’s not ideal for most omegas. Do you have other dreams you’d like to chase?”

Her big eyes blinked rapidly before she stuttered out a response. “You-you would let me work?”

“I mean, I would prefer if you’d at least be somewhere where we are so that you aren’t around other males unescorted, but I would let you make the choice.”

Her head bobbed rapidly with her agreement. “Yes. I’d like that. I’d like to explore and work with you if I can. I’ve spent too many years locked away. I don’t want to miss a second of the outside.”

“Then it’s settled.” I gave our girl a beaming smile. “I’ll get first shift with our omega.”

“You wish,” Alfie shot back.

“She will be with me,” Luka boomed. “After she’s marked of course. She can’t leave until then.” Fear suddenly resurfaced on our little omega’s face. Luka caught the look instantly. “You are afraid to bear my mark?”

“I’m…“ She took a deep breath, gathering courage. “I’m afraid you’ll send me back.”

“We can’t send you back once you’re marked, omega. That wouldn’t be fair. Especially to a place like Omega Industries, who aren’t treating our females appropriately.” I leaned in, snagging a piece of uneaten bacon off her plate. “Plus, look at you. We’re lucky to have such an omega.”

“Is it luck if I was the only option offered to you?” She looked down at her lap, her fingers wringing tightly together.

I reached forward, clasping her hands in mine. “It’s fate, actually.”

“Omega.” Luka watched her suspiciously. “Why are you really afraid?”

“I’m broken,” she confessed.

“I’ve heard you say that before,” Luka observed. “Why?”

“Because I am.”

“We’ve already told you that we don’t find your looks to be flawed, omega.” Alfie’s eyes drifted over her. “It’s an asset, if you ask me.”

“That’s not… I mean, I did worry about that. I’m aware of my differences. I am glad that you’ve embraced them.”

“But…” Luka urged.

“But I am broken.”

“You keep saying that like we should know what it means, omega,” Luka growled.

“I- I am broken. I- I hadn’t left the facility because I’d not yet, well- I…” She fumbled over her words, unable to meet our eyes.

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