Page 43 of Wild Omega

Fuck. This was so awkward.

“Are you alright?” Owen asked, giving him a strange look.

“I’m fine,” Blaine said with a small laugh, shoving his weird feeling deep inside him where he couldn’t feel them. “I’m afraid I might mess up your beautiful creation. I’ve never done this before.”

Owen touched Blaine’s arm and gave him a quick pat. “Don’t worry. There’s a first time for everything. I’ll teach you.”

“That would be nice,” Blaine said. He half listened to the omegas as they chatted on, his body too aware of Wayden on the other side of the room. Blaine tried to follow Owen’s instructions, but because his mind was elsewhere he pricked hisfinger with the needle, hurting himself. “Owww!” Blaine cried, dropping the needle. “I can’t do this.”

“You can. You’re going to need it when you have a cub of your own,” Owen said.

“If I ever have a cub, I will buy one,” Blaine said. Not that he was planning on having a cub.

“It’s better when you make one. It’s precious,” Owen said, undoing the mess Blaine had made. “Here, try again.”

“Fine,” Blaine said, easily giving in because he didn’t have anything else to do. Even though sewing didn’t exactly stop him from thinking about Wayden, it was better than doing nothing.

Breakfast was served a few minutes later. Blaine took his time putting the cloths and needle back into the basket. He needed a minute to compose himself before he had to face Wayden. By the time he decided to go to the tables, the only seat that was available was next to Wayden.

Shit. The fucking universe hated him

Wayden stared at Blaine. The tension between them intensified, and Blaine couldn’t breathe properly again. Maybe going hungry was an option that Blaine could explore. It was better than sitting next to Wayden. Blaine could barely breathe as it was. And he wasn’t even next to Wayden yet. How was Blaine expected to eat with the tight feeling in his stomach?

“Sit,” Wayden bit out before Blaine could make up his mind. “You’re making it worse.”

“I’m making it worse,” Blaine snapped. He dropped into the chair next to Wayden. “I… you’re the one who…” Blaine trailed off as heat suffused his cheeks. Fuck. Blaine couldn’t even say it. He glanced at Wayden to find the alpha still staring. “And can you please stop staring at me? It’s making me uncomfortable.”

“Dammit,” Wayden sighed. “What were you even doing barging into my room like that, anyway?”

“I was…”

Fuck. Blaine couldn’t tell Wayden that he’d been cold, and he’d wanted to warm himself by wrapping himself in Wayden’s scent because it comforted him and made him feel better.

It was weird, Blaine knew. He was fucking working on it. But it didn’t seem like he had any control over it. He was drawn to Professor Douche. Whether he liked it or not.

“You were what?” Wayden asked.

“I was… I was…” Blaine tried to think of something to say. His eyes fell on Escala at the head of the table and the omega who was greeting him. Escala had his hand on the omega’s arm, and he was rubbing it the same way Blaine had seen him do with the others earlier. “I wanted to record that,” Blaine said pointing at them. “I wanted to ask your permission.”

Wayden turned to the head of the table to look at the pair.

“I thought their interaction was interesting,” Blaine said. Wayden was silent for a while. “It’s interesting, right?”

“It is,” he said thoughtfully. Blaine breathed out a sigh of relief when Wayden’s eyes narrowed in fascination. “I think Escala might be scent marking the omega. I’ve read about it. Alphas in the olden days used to scent mark their pack members, but it’s not practised today. I never thought I would get to see it.”

“Is it important? It’s kind of weird.” Blaine stared at Escala and the omega. “I’ve never been touched like that by an alpha.”

Wayden stared at the pair, not answering him. It was clear his mind was already on his research. Blaine was happy the alpha’s focus was on something else, but…

Fucking needy feelings. Blaine hated it. He didn’t need Wayden to focus on him. He didn’t need him doing anything. He was there to work. And that’s what Blaine should focus on.

“Should I go fetch the recorder?” Blaine asked. Wayden didn’t respond, as if he hadn’t heard him. Blaine wished he knew what the alpha was thinking. He looked so deep in thought. Blaineopened his mouth to speak again, but Wayden turned to him, causing his heart to flutter.

Blaine held his breath.

“No. Let’s observe them for now. I don’t want to disrupt the moment. Bringing a strange device in their midst might change the flow of things,” he said, a strange look in his eyes. Wayden turned away and started to eat.

Butterflies fluttered in Blaine’s stomach. “Okay,” Blaine said unnecessarily. He started to shove food into his mouth, barely tasting anything. He was so flustered. He needed to get away… get away from the feelings churning inside him. He needed to get away from Wayden. The alpha was becoming too much for him to handle. Wayden was confusing him, making him feel things, want things. And his heat… fuck Blaine didn’t want to think about that.

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