Page 51 of Wild Omega

“What do you want?” Blaine asked not looking at him. “I’m trying to be alone here.”

“In the cold?”

“Yeah, in the cold. I didn’t exactly have a choice. You were having a moment, and I didn’t want to disturb you,” he said.

“I wasn’t having a moment,” Wayden mumbled.

“Ha. You could have fooled me,” Blaine said.

Wayden wished Blaine would look at him, but the omega stubbornly stared at the frozen lake, making him feel guilty for snapping at him earlier.

“And you. What’s up with you? Are you having your moment too?” Wayden asked, turning the conversation to Blaine because he didn’t fucking have an answer to why he was acting all weird and shit. He rubbed the back of his neck, waiting, but Blaine didn’t answer him. He stared at the lake as if there was something more interesting out there. “Did Escala say no?” Wayden shouldn’t bring up Escala. But fuck, he wanted to know. He couldn’t help himself. The thought that the alpha would touch Blaine soon drove Wayden crazy.

Blaine turned and stared at him with blazing eyes. If eyes could kill, Wayden would be on the ground gasping for fucking air. Wayden shifted from one foot to another as Blaine continued to stare at him.

Was he going to answer him or not?

“Not that it’s any of your business,” Blaine said. “But I haven’t asked him yet.”

“You haven’t? I thought…” Wayden stepped close to him. “What the hell were you two doing then? You were all cosy in the forest and you let him touch your wrist while you smiled up at him like he’d hung the twin moons or something.”

“And?” Blaine shot to his feet. “I’m going to let him do more than hold my hand soon enough. And why do you care, anyway?”

Wayden gritted his teeth. He shouldn’t care, but... he didn’t want Blaine’s first alpha to be Escala or any other alpha.

“Just tell me… please.”

“Why?”

“I…” Wayden’s insides tightened. He stepped close to Blaine. “I can share your heat if you still want me to.”

Blaine stared at him as if he’d grown a second head. Maybe he had. Nothing made sense where Blaine was concerned. “I don’t need your pity, Professor Mephis. I’ll figure my shit out.” Blaine rushed away, leaving him standing there.

Fuck, Wayden silently groaned, calling himself all kinds of fool. He lingered around the lake before he went to have lunch in the main hut. His eyes roamed the room. Even though he told himself he wasn’t looking for Blaine, his eyes found the omega all the same.

Blaine sat with the other omegas in front of the fire, chatting. He laughed loudly at whatever they were saying, as if nothing had happened between them. Wayden should be happy that the omega hadn’t taken their stupid conversation to heart.

Wayden ate his lunch and, when he was done, he made his way to the shuttle to work. He settled at the counter in the cooking station with his papers and data reader and got to work. Even though Ryno believed the answers Wayden sought were not in their pack, Wayden believed there were things the council of alphas could take note of. Though it wouldn’t be easy for thealpha king to give everyone his attention like Escala did, they could find a system that brought everyone together somehow. Their very survival might lie in pack life. Luka and Escala both had different kinds of packs, yet they had one thing in common – communalism – something they didn’t have out there. In their efforts to survive, the council of alphas had created separation within the packs when they’d chosen one alpha to oversee everything.

Though no one could blame them, their planet needed a change that could sustain them all. Now, they just needed to fix it.

How? Wayden racked his brain.

Minutes turned into hours as he continued to work, hyper focused on finding the answers he needed. Dinner came and went, and Wayden didn’t even notice. He got like this when he was immersed in his work. Ambrose had complained a lot when they were together, telling him that he had no time for him, that Wayden loved his research more than he did him. Maybe it was true. Wayden had had so much to prove back then. He just wished he could have held on to Ambrose. He wouldn’t be experiencing so much trouble right now if he had.

Thinking of the devil, Wayden turned to the door just as Blaine walked in. The omega walked inside, carrying what looked like one of those serving plates Wayden had seen in the main hut. The smell of food caused Wayden’s stomach to growl.

“Here. You missed dinner. I thought you might be working,” Blaine said, placing the plate in front of him. He didn’t wait for Wayden to say anything as he walked to the bedroom, shutting himself inside. Wayden stared at the plate, not sure what to make of it. He’d thought Blaine was angry with him. And for him to bring him food…

Wayden shook his head. He should just stop overthinking things and go with the flow. Blaine was being nice to him;that was something to celebrate. Besides, he hated the tension between them.

Wayden shifted his documents to the side, slid the plate close and started to eat. When he was done, he cleaned up, washed the plate and made sure everything was packed away and the shuttle locked. He made his way to the room. Blaine was already in bed when Wayden walked in. Wayden went to the washroom, got cleaned up. Dressed in his sleeping clothes, he slipped under the covers.

Blaine didn’t move or acknowledge that he was there, but Wayden could tell the omega wasn’t asleep, even though he was facing the wall.

“I’m sorry,” Wayden said. The simple words hung in the air between them. Wayden waited for Blaine to say something… anything. At this point, he would accept him cursing him out, not his silence. “Blaine?”

“For what?” he asked.

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