Page 24 of Wild Omega

“Do you want the definition?” Blaine asked his nostrils flaring. He seemed to catch himself and then looked down. “Sorry. This is the last time I disrespect you. I promise to mind my tongue.” He bit out through clenched teeth. Blaine was clearly finding it hard to apologise. There wasn’t a smidgen of sincerity in his words. The fucking omega was incorrigible. Wayden shook his head as he decided to cut Blaine some slack. The omega wasn’t the only one who was in the wrong here.

Wayden took Blaine’s hand and said, “truce.”

“Good.” Blaine snatched his hand away and walked out of the shuttle as if it were on fire, leaving Wayden there to wonder if they could work with each other.

Wayden doubted it. But he had no choice.

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Blaine

Morning came too soon.

Blaine stared at the light streaming into his room and groaned. He flipped to his stomach and buried his face into his pillow. Did he have to get out of bed? He didn’t want to. Embarrassment washed over him as memories from last night flashed through his mind. He didn’t think he could face Professor Douche.

But he had to. He was the alpha’s assistant, after all. They were stuck together for the foreseeable future and Blaine wasn’t happy about it. He should be happy that he still had his job, but… Blaine’s cheeks heated, and his body felt tingly, warm, horny – all the things he didn’t want to feel. He’d goaded Professor Douche from the moment they’d met, pushed the alpha so he could watch him break, but he’d never imagined that he would turn the tables on him.

Blaine screamed into his pillow, arms and legs flying everywhere. After he’d exhausted himself, he flipped to his back just as there was a knock at the door.

“Blaine! Blaine… are you alright in there?” some omega called, knocking at the door.

What? Blaine jerked upright.

“I heard a scream. Is everything okay?” he said, sounding anxious.

“Yes. I’m fine,” Blaine shouted. “I’m just getting ready. I slipped and I… I hurt my toe.”

“Oh… okay,” he said. “Let me know if you need help or anything.”

I don’t need help, Blaine grumbled as he got out of bed. He went to the washroom and quickly got cleaned up, dressed and ready to face the day. Done, he walked to the door, took a deep breath and walked out of his room, and soon regretted it when he saw Aidyn coming his way.

“You’re finally awake,” Aidyn said. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

“You have? Why?”

Aidyn laughed, instead of answering him. He linked their arms and walked Blaine down the hallway, out of the omega wing to the main house. Blaine stared at the door leading to a large hall where there were tables with large platters of food. Blaine’s stomach growled at the sight. He wanted to go in there.

“Aren’t we going in there?” he asked, salivating.

“No. Luka heard that you’re not staying with us for long, so he wanted to talk to Professor Mephis while we have breakfast. He’s very interested in Professor Mephis’ research.”

Of course he is. Blaine started to roll his eyes but caught himself midway when he realised what he was doing.

Behave, Blaine told himself. It didn’t matter how he felt about Professor Douche’s research. He just needed to do his job, that’s all. They made their way to another room. It was small and intimate, and Blaine was glad there were double doors that opened onto a porch that led into the garden. Blaine walked to the farthest chair from Professor Douche and the other douche alphas. He sat down and made sure he focused on the plate in front of him, which wasn’t so hard to do since he was starving. He had barely eaten the night before. Between the crying cubs, sickeningly happy omegas and Wayden’s sexy, intoxicating, enticing… everything that was sex bite, Blaine’s stomach had rebelled at the sight of food. He’d wanted only an escape to a faraway place where he could be embarrassed in peace. And hopefully not have to face Professor Mephis… ever again.

If only Blaine didn’t need this job. He’d asked Matews for a trade with another professor but apparently they all had their own personal assistants who’d worked with them for years. Wayden was the only one who struggled to find an assistant. No one wanted to work with him.

Blaine wondered why. It was probably because of his wild ideas. No one wanted to be part of that shit.

It was a sad day in Blaine’s life to be stuck with Professor Douche. He couldn’t even quit gracefully. Blaine glanced in Wayden’s direction and almost dropped out of his chair when he found the alpha looking at him. Actually, he could feel a lot of eyes on him. Everyone was looking at it.

The bite mark on his neck tingled. Blaine groaned internally, wishing he could disappear. He knew what the mark looked like. It was bluish purple with a tinge of red on his pale skin. Blaine had thought it was bad when he’d looked at it.

So, the mirror hadn’t lied.

Blaine’s hands itched to lift and cover the spot to stop everyone from staring. He knew they didn’t mean any harm. They were curious. Last night, when he’d left the garden, he hadn’t had a mark on his neck and now he had one… Blaine stared down at his plate, mortified.

“Can we eat?” Someone cleared their throat awkwardly. A chair was dragged next to Blaine. He looked up to see… what was his name again? Blaine couldn’t remember because last night he’d kept calling them douche alphas. The alpha smiled as if he’d heard Blaine.

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