Page 38 of Knot Our Omega

"I am providing you with what you asked for." Her voice became stern, too damn audacious for a mere beta, but I let it slide because clearly, she didn't know better.

"You will watch your tone around an alpha, Beta." I inhaled deeply. "I understand that on a form, I had asked for an omega that fits her description. However, my unit and I can all agree that the omega we have is the perfect match for us. I mean no disrespect for this omega. I am positive she will make someone's unit very happy, but she is not for us."

"You, sir, made such an issue in my office when you were not provided with the omega you requested," she pointed out.

"The omega you called me to your office to collect? I'll admit, I did. And I apologize for my behavior. But the omega provided is more than adequate. In fact, she's perfect. And now that I know perfection, I will not trade her for less."

Maybe that was an asshole thing to say, and I didn't mean to hurt the girl’s feelings by it, but she was not my omega. Therefore, she was less.

"I—"

"I'm sorry you felt the need to travel all this way for this meeting. Had you made a phone call, all of this could have been avoided. You will know for future endeavors." I paused for a moment. "Goodbye."

The door slammed in her face, and I ignored the knocking on the other side. I said what I had to say, and I meant it. I would not abandon my omega. No. She belonged to us, and I was not so heartless to trade her in for a model that was only perfect by society’s standards.

I entered the living room, searching the area for my omega. "Where's Sydney?"

Alfie blinked a few times, just waking up. "Isn't she with you?"

"No. I mean, she was, but she got upset about Mrs. Harriet at the door and she left," I explained.

"Mrs. Harriet at the door? Why? We paid them in full." Felix sat up, running a hand through his ruffled hair.

"She brought us a new omega," I growled, still angry over the entire situation.

"A new omega." Alfie's attention was suddenly alert. "We don't need a new omega. Sydney is perfect."

"I know that. You both know that. But Mrs. Harriet felt the need to try to push a new omega on us, right in front of Sydney too."

"Shit." Felix stood. "She is probably in her nest."

I hoped so. I may have spent the last few days showing her just how perfect she was to us, but I was fully willing to spend the next few more driving my point home. There was no other girl for us; no other omega would do. They wouldn't feel right. Their skin would be off. Their softness wouldn’t mold to our bodies like Sydney's did effortlessly.

We walked down the hall, calling her name, though she didn't answer. When we reached the room, her nest door was open slightly. I stalked forward, knocking once before pushing it open. "Sydney?"

She wasn't there. Our omega wasn't in her nest. I wasn't sure what that meant, but inside, I felt the torture of its meaning. I stepped inside, spied a paper on the pallet, and picked it up, reading it out loud.

I can’t go back there. Sorry.

-Sydney

I felt ill, sick with the knowledge that our omega left before we talked, left before she learned that I'd trade my own heart before I risked hurting hers. I turned to my unit, my voice shaking. "She's gone."

She was gone and it was all my fault because I didn't convince her she was wanted. Didn't show her just how important she was to us, and now... now I might have lost her.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

SYDNEY

He would take the new omega. How could he not? I didn’t put much effort into looking at her, but even the glimpses I got made it clear that she was gorgeous. Absolutely beautiful. Exactly what men like them deserved. They were beautiful males. Fit. Tall. They deserved something better, someone better, than a chubby omega who damn near mauled them during her heat.

Don’t be such a baby. They liked to be mauled.

I wish I believed what my omega told me, except I knew I wasn’t what they had wanted. She was. She was tall and slender, while I was short and fat. Her dark long hair reached her waist, while my blonde hair frizzed and curled any chance it got.

How could they pick me when they had perfection literally at their doorstep? I wouldn’t give them the chance to let me down gently. I couldn’t. And I absolutely could not go back to the facility now that I’d felt the sun against my skin after so many years locked inside. I wouldn’t survive. I needed the sun like I needed air, and I cared for my men, maybe even loved them, butI would not sacrifice myself to the industries so they could live out their happily ever after.

I left Luka at the door, already missing the feeling of his skin against my own. His body was warm under my palm, and my omega begged me to go back, to rub against his thigh, to plant my heady scent all over him so that the other omega could be jealous of what she couldn’t have. But I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t take what wasn’t mine to begin with.

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