Page 21 of Wild Omega

Everything about this place was killing him. And it was all Professor Douche’s fault. If he hadn’t said those stupid things about his research, Blaine wouldn’t be here.

“The alpha is coming,” someone squalled next to him, making it worse.

Here comes another douche alpha, with his douche brother. There’s another one, and another and another… it’s a whole pack of them, Blaine thought, pointing them all out including Professor Douche Mephis. No. Wayden. That was his name. The name he’d refused to tell Blaine.

Wayden. Professor Wayden Mephis.

Blaine said the name over and over in his mind. He liked it. The alpha had a pretty name, in fact. It was strong – and so him. Everything about the alpha was gorgeous. And Blaine fucking hated it.

Why did he have to be perfect in everything?

Blaine’s eyes dropped on Wayden as Luka introduced him to the rest of his pack. They ate, laughed and chatted, having a good time. Professor Douche looked more stunning when he smiled, Blaine grudgingly noticed. He wanted to wipe that gorgeous smile off Professor Douche’s face. But Blaine wasn’t even allowed into their little circle of douchey alphas to do that. The only omega allowed was Aidyn.

Was it because he was bonded to Luka, their alpha? Blaine stared at them, a little fascinated by the pack’s dynamics. It wasn’t something he would have been fascinated by, or evennoticed in the past, but after Professor Douche had told him he wasn’t qualified for the field trip, Blaine had done some reading on their history and a bit on anthropology. He’d even read some of Professor Douche’s research. It had been boring as fuck, but it had opened his eyes.

A few seconds later it was clear to Blaine why Aidyn was allowed. It looked like Aidyn was the go-between. The bridge that connected the alphas and betas to the omegas. It was interesting, but Blaine didn’t have the energy or the patience to observe their interactions. He was too pissed to care.

Blaine sat there regretting his decision to become Wayden’s assistant for the millionth time. He should have stayed home. Except, he didn’t have a home. Fuck. He wanted to bury his face in his hands and cry.

Later, Aidyn came back to him. To take him to the douche alphas’ circle? Blaine’s stomach fluttered in spite of himself.

“Your alpha is going to fetch his things from the shuttle. I thought you might need something before we go to bed,” he told him.

What?

Blaine’s of bubble excitement burst in his face. So, Aidyn hadn’t come back to fetch him, but to tell him that Wayden was going to the shuttle without finding out if Blaine needed anything. Blaine shouldn’t feel hurt, but he did. Professor Douche wasn’t his alpha. He wasn’t supposed to take care of Blaine. But they were in a strange place. The least he could do was to make sure Blaine was okay.

“Do you need anything?” Aidyn asked, waiting.

“Yeah, but I’ll fetch it myself,” Blaine said, making his way through the house to the front door. Wayden was already at the shuttle. All kinds of emotions bubbled inside Blaine. He felt abandoned and rejected. It didn’t help that no one but Aidyn hadspoken to him all night long. And Professor Douche had just… he’d let them. Wayden had let them ignore him.

He’s not my alpha. He’s not supposed to protect me, Blaine told himself. But that didn’t make him feel better. Blaine didn’t even know what he wanted from Wayden. His feelings were a jumbled mess where the alpha was concerned. Blaine didn’t even understand them. They were weird.

One minute he found the alpha infuriating, and the next he found him fascinating and handsome, which irritated Blaine even more. It was a vicious cycle of emotions that went round and round inside him. What was even more shocking was the fact that Blaine didn’t like it when Wayden ignored him. It made him feel like a loser.

Anger burned through Blaine at that thought. He wasn’t a loser. And he wasn’t going to allow some alpha to make him feel like one.

Blaine walked to the shuttle and barged through the door just as Wayden opened it.

“Hey,” Wayden said as they collided. Wayden wrapped his arms around him to keep them from falling. Wayden’s warmth enveloped Blaine, seeping into his skin, his muscles, his bones… his everywhere. Blaine felt it so deep, and his body went into overdrive. Goosebumps dotted his skin, and a shiver went through him.

Fuck, Blaine gasped.

He pushed Wayden away so fast that he lost his balance again. Wayden reached for him again. Blaine slapped Wayden’s hand away.

“I’m fine,” Blaine shouted, leaning against the shuttle. He pulled air into his lungs, groaning as he dragged Professor Douche’s scent in with every breath. Wayden smelled so good to Blaine that it made his toes curl. The desire to bury his facein the alpha’s chest and just breathe it in filled him. It was as if something inside him snapped.

Fuck… fuck… fuck… Blaine gritted his teeth as heat pooled in his groin, tugging on his cock and causing his hole to throb needily.

Was he growing wet?

No. But Blaine couldn’t deny the wet warmth sliding down his thighs.

What the fuck? What was happening to him?

Blaine stared at Professor Douche, confused. His body wasn’t supposed to react like that. He drank an herb that prevented that. He didn’t go into heat, and Blaine never, ever had any sexual urges.

Why was he…? Blaine cringed at the sticky feeling in his pants.

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