Page 14 of Wild Omega

Silence is good, Wayden thought as he focused on the airway in front of him. Though there wasn’t much to see, there were a few hover pods in front of them. The airway would get more and more deserted the further they travelled. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d said it got lonely sometimes. Wayden glanced at Blaine, wondering how he was going to handle being away from home. It was hard to tell. Wayden couldn’t even figure out how Blaine felt now. The omega was still looking out the window, ignoring him.

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Blaine

Please take my mouth away, I don’t want it.

Blaine bit the inside of his mouth hard, until he felt pain and tasted his own blood. It hurt, but the pain didn’t compare to the embarrassment he felt.

What was wrong with him?

Blaine silently groaned because he didn’t fucking know the answer to that question either. He leaned his head on the cool glass, calling himself all types of crazy. It wasn’t like he wantedProfessor Douche to be his alpha. He just… he hated that Professor Douche had rejected him before Blaine could reject the professor.

Fuck, he hated him.

Blaine glanced at Professor Douche from the corner of his eye. He couldn’t see much of the alpha. From this angle, Blaine would have to have eyes on the side of his face. But the little that he could see made him groan internally again.

How could someone look like that? And how could Blaine have been so wrong?

This wasn’t the alpha he’d met five days ago. How could he be so… so… so… Blaine gritted his teeth, hating that he’d even noticed. Blaine was coming to realise that he hated a lot of things about the alpha.

Blaine hated the alpha’s gorgeous face. He hated his dirty brown hair that didn’t look so dirty anymore as the sun hit it just right to highlight the golden streaks in the messy bun. He hated the corded muscles around his throat that Blaine got a peek of every time Professor Douche shifted in his seat. He hated his gorgeous tattoos, winding around his arms to disappear under his shirt sleeves. Blaine hated that he wanted to know what the damn symbols meant.

Was Professor Douche going to think he was stupid if he asked?

Arggg! Why did he even care?

Blaine looked away from Professor Douche before he became cross-eyed from looking at him sideways. The alpha had hidden weapons Blaine hadn’t even imagined. What else was under that rakish and untouchable exterior? The urge to glance at the alpha again gnawed on Blaine’s insides.

Hmmm, he silently hummed to suppress the need. But Professor Douche’s shaggy yet perfect hair, tied in a messy bun to reveal shaved sides, kept popping into his mind, enticing himto look – to prove to himself that it wasn’t real. This couldn’t be the same damn alpha. There was no way. Blaine stared out of the window in confusion.

“I’m in an alternate universe,” Blaine mumbled. There was no other explanation.

“What?” Professor Mephis asked.

Arggg… he’d said that out loud.

“Nothing,” Blaine said, still trying his best to ignore the alpha, but fuck, his presence was hard to ignore. He was like a beacon of light, daring him to get close. Blaine found himself turning to stare at Professor Douche, even though he didn’t want to. He racked his brain looking for something to say to break the awkward silence between them. He should have kept his mouth shut. But he had mouth diarrhoea that needed serious attention. Blaine bit the inside of his cheeks and looked away.

Great, now he was self-conscious.

They drifted in silence all the way to Boen, and it was the longest four hours of Blaine’s life. He’d never been silent for that long. He felt abnormal. No one should go hours without talking to someone. That was just not right.

Blaine glanced at Professor Douche as they slowly drifted down the one-way airway and they kept going, leaving the town behind.

“Are we not staying in town?” Blaine asked. He needed a minute away from the alpha. Blaine didn’t think he could drift for another second before he exploded.

“No. The pack lives out of town,” Professor Mephis said.

“Pack?” Blaine frowned, his need for an escape forgotten. “Do those still exist?”

“Yes. I found a few that I’m going to visit. Though this one is not exactly a pack, they prefer to be called one because of the way they live. They still follow the rules set by the councilof alphas, even though they have their own alpha,” he said, his voice taking on an excited tone that grated on Blaine’s nerves.

Fuck. Why was he here again?

Oh… his big mouth.

Shit.

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