Page 25 of Wild Omega

“What?” Blaine asked defensively. He squirmed in his chair, feeling self-conscious. Blaine gritted his teeth. He was never self-conscious. Not in front of an alpha, anyway.

“Your frown tells me you don’t remember my name,” the alpha said conspiratorially.

Should I? Blaine wanted to ask him. But he kept his mouth shut. He glanced Wayden’s way and their eyes collided again.

Fuck.

Was he going to watch him all the time? It was unsettling and creepy. But Blaine knew why he did. I’m not going to misbehave! Blaine shouted in his mind. He looked back at the alpha next to him and smiled.

“I don’t. And I think I’m allowed since we only met in your brother’s office,” Blaine leaned closer and imitated the alpha’s conspiratory tone, “and once I walked out of that office no one spoke to me the whole night. So…” Blaine shrugged. The stab of hurt he’d felt last night ached all over again. He shoved the feeling away. He didn’t need any alphas to talk to him.

“I’m sorry… It’s kind of a thing here. We try to keep a healthy distance from our omegas unless they approach us first. You don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want to.”

Bullshit, Blaine thought. But he kept a polite smile on his lips.

“I’m sorry we made you feel unwelcome last night. It wasn’t our intention. We just try to be respectful about how omegas want to interact with us.”

“I understand,” Blaine said.

“I’m glad. I’m Caleb, by the way,” he said, extending his hand for a shake. Blaine was about to shake the alpha’s hand when Wayden appeared next to him. A gasped formed in Blaine’s throat as the alpha leaned down to say something in his ear.

“We should set up,” Wayden whispered, the sound of Wayden’s voice reverberating through Blaine, making his insides tighten. Blaine turned to look at Wayden. He hadn’t thought Wayden was that close. They were practically breathing the same air. And Wayden’s scent…

Did Wayden’s scent thicken?

Blaine could barely smell Caleb’s scent. It was like Caleb wasn’t there. It was only him and Wayden, staring at each otherin the fucking eyes, and it was dreamy, warm and other things Blaine hated feeling… yet he couldn’t stop his body from feeling them even though it shouldn’t.

Blaine dug his nails into his thighs. The pain sliced through his skin igniting his body. Blaine wanted to resist the smouldering flames, but he couldn’t. It felt weirdly good, and he liked it.

Stunned, Blaine sat there, not moving, his gaze focused on Wayden.

What was Professor Douche doing to him? Blaine asked himself.

“Blaine?”

“Yes.” Blaine shook his head and got to his feet. He looked around him not sure what he was supposed to do.

“Here,” Wayden said, pointing him to a large silver case. He walked to it and threw the lid open. “Do you know how to set up a recorder?”

“No,” Blaine said. Wayden lifted the recorder out of the case and proceeded to show Blaine how to assemble it and set it up.

“It has intelligence software to zoom in and out, and follow motion and voice, but it glitches once there are more than two people in the frame. People tend to speak at the same time when they have conversations. I want you to adjust it and try to minimise the glitches.”

“Okay,” Blaine said.

“That would mean you’ll have to eat while seated here,” Wayden said indicating the spot next to the recorder. He lowered the review screen so Blaine could see while seated. “Press here and here to refocus the frame.”

“Okay,” Blaine said again, incapable of saying anything else.

“Go and get your food. I’ll make sure it’s focused and set on record,” Wayden said. Blaine walked away without a backward glance, the need to get away from Professor Douche deep. Heturned to the table and found a smiling Caleb with a plate in his hands.

“Thank you,” Blaine said. Blaine smiled down at the food, touched that Caleb had thought of him.

“Finally. A real smile. You’re gorgeous when you smile for real. You should do that more,” Caleb said. He leaned close to Blaine and whispered, “I put in some extra meat for you.”

Blaine watched Caleb turn back to the table, leaving him to stand there, a little flustered by his kind gesture. Caleb fucking disarmed him. Everyone was messing with his equilibrium today. Blaine reached for an empty chair, but stopped when Wayden took it instead.

“Go. I’ll move it,” Wayden said, then proceeded to carry the chair to where the recorder was.

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