Page 72 of Wild Omega

“I want that. I want what you have with him,” he said in a tiny voice. Blaine turned to stare at the omega. Owen looked so sad. “I don’t know how you did it, but he wants you now, right?”

Blaine bit the inside of his mouth, not sure how to answer that. He and Wayden haven’t talked about what they were doing. Blaine wasn’t even sure how Wayden felt. Even if he knew, Blaine wasn’t sure what to do about that.

“Have you thought about leaving the pack?” Blaine asked after a few minutes. Owen stared at Blaine horrified. “I mean… maybe your alpha is not here. He could be somewhere else.”

“Maybe I’m supposed to be alone,” Owen said with a shrug.

“That’s not true. What about Escala? He’s single,” Blaine said. There were other alphas who were single too, but Blaine was sure Owen wasn’t attracted to any of them. Owen’s immediate attraction to Wayden told Blaine everything he needed to know. Owen was attracted to powerful alphas. “He’s a nice alpha.”

Owen blushed. “Of course he’s nice. He’s my alpha, but…”

“But what? You don’t like him.”

“It’s not that I don’t like him. He’s… he doesn’t like me, not in that way. In his eyes, I’m still that tiny omega whose parents died, and he had to take care of me. It’s okay. He doesn’t have to like me like that. It would be weird if he did, wouldn’t it?”

“I…”

Owen smiled sadly. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. I’m going to help with dinner.”

“Owen, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean…”

“I know. I’m just being impatient. Someone will eventually fall for me. It just gets lonely sometimes,” Owen said as he got to his feet. “I’ll leave you to your work.”

Blaine watched the omega walk to the main hut. He felt sorry for him. He knew there were omegas who were obsessed with finding an alpha of their own. They talked about nothing else. Blaine always avoided those kinds of omegas as their desperation for an alpha disgusted him and they reminded Blaine too much of his brother, Orly. Blaine couldn’t understand why omegas wouldn’t want to strive for better, why they wouldn’t want their own lives, their own credit and assets like alphas and betas, why they fell into the omega stereotype when they could achieve so much more.

But now… Blaine wasn’t so sure. He didn’t know what to think anymore.

Professor Douche had fucking changed everything.

Blaine’s eyes drifted to Wayden. Damn. He should stop looking at the alpha and go back to work. Blaine forced his eyes back to the data reader and continued to work.

Two hours later, Blaine’s back, ears and eyes ached. He stretched his arms over his head and rubbed his eyes. He tried to go back to work, but his eyes wouldn’t focus on the screen.

Maybe it was time for a break, Blaine thought. He turned off the data reader and got to his feet. He walked down to the lake. Though it was frozen it was still beautiful. Mist wafted off its surface into the distance. Blaine stared at it, so mesmerised that he didn’t hear Wayden come up behind him.

“Oh fuck.” Blaine gasped as arms came around him and Wayden’s scent filled his lungs. “You scared me,” he said, fighting the desire to lean into Wayden. A moan slipped out of his lips when Wayden’s arms tightened around him, holding him close.

“I called you. Didn’t you hear me?” he asked, kissing the side of Blaine’s neck. Blaine shivered. Fuck. He loved it when Wayden did that. Blaine wanted him to do it again and again. “What were you thinking about that you didn’t hear me?”

“I wasn’t thinking about anything. I was just enjoying the view,” Blaine said.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Blaine said.

“I’ll leave you to it, then,” Wayden said, tightening his arms around Blaine for a few seconds before he stepped away.

“No. Stay,” Blaine whispered.

“What? What did you say?” Wayden asked. Blaine glanced at the alpha and quickly looked away. He bit the inside of his mouth, feeling weird. Why had he said that? His lungs constricted and he felt like he was suffocating.

“Nothing. Here. I transcribed some of the footage. I’ll get to the rest tonight,” Blaine said, handing the data reader to Wayden. Wayden stared at him. Tension swirled between them, thick and sensual. Dammit. Blaine took a deep breath and tried to think of something to say. “I should have finished, I know, but I got tired.”

“That’s fine. Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me. It’s part of my job,” Blaine said. He hesitated for a second, his fingers itching to reach for Wayden. “I should go and help with dinner.”

“Okay,” Wayden said. “I have some work to get through. I’ll see you later.”

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