Page 13 of Nanny Omega

“I… no, I’m…” Ersa’s throat tightened as his words faltered.

“You’re what?” Master Quin pressed, his piercing gaze boring into him. “Don’t tell me you didn’t read the job requirements before you applied?”

“I…”

Master Quin pulled out his connector and vigorously flicked his middle finger over the screen before he slapped the device on the table in front of Ersa. “Read.”

Ersa’s stomach twisted into a knot as his eyes fell on the job listing displayed on the bright screen. He knew what it said. He had read the job requirements—or at least skimmed over them.

“It clearly states that I need a lactating omega for a three-month-old cub,” Master Quin spit out venomously.

“I needed a job. I…” Ersa’s mind went blank as Master Quin leaned closer, the sheer force of the alpha’s presence crackling in the air between them like a live wire. His sharp gaze pinned Ersa in place, making it hard to breathe.

“You lied,” Master Quin said.

“No, I…” Ersa’s throat constricted, the denial crumbling before it could fully form. His shoulders sagged under the weight of the accusation.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he hung his head, unable to meet the alpha’s piercing stare. The tension in the room felt suffocating, the silence stretching between them like an unspoken challenge.

“Vina!” Master Quin’s voice cut through the tension. The maid entered almost immediately, as though she had been waiting just outside, poised for his command.

“Yes, Master?” she asked with a respectful bow of her head.

“Please feed Benjn. He’s going to fight you, but please bear with him,” Master Quin instructed.

“I’ll make sure he gets enough milk,” Vina said, stepping forward to gently take the wailing cub from Ersa’s arms.

A hot sting pricked at the back of Ersa’s eyes. He blinked furiously, refusing to let the tears fall. Rising from his chair, he pushed it back with shaky hands and said, “The contract hasn’t been signed yet. You can find another omega to take care of Benjn.”

He turned to leave, his steps hurried, but the alpha’s low, guttural growl froze him in his tracks.

“Sit,” Master Quin ordered.

“No.” Ersa’s voice wavered. “I’m not going to waste your time. I…” His throat tightened as memories he tried to suppress rose like an unwanted tide. “I lost my cub three years ago. I haven’t cared for another cub since then. I thought I could do this, but now I see I can’t. Maybe I’m not ready. I’m not what you’re looking for, Master Quin. I’m sorry.”

Ersa turned, his steps quick, aiming for the door. But before he could escape, Master Quin was already there. His tall frame blocked the doorway, his disapproving glare pinning Ersa in place.

Before Ersa could react, the alpha’s right hand closed around his arm. “We’re not done,” Master Quin said gruffly, his grip firm as he guided Ersa out of the dining room.

Ersa stumbled slightly, trying to keep up as the alpha led him up the stairs and into a large room that seemed to straddle the line between an office and an artist’s workshop. Moonlight streamed in through tall windows, illuminating the gleam of polished leather furniture and the cold, matte shine of metal tools, bot parts neatly arranged on a workbench. The space had an air of quiet intensity, much like its owner.

The scents of metal, oil, and Master Quin’s unique musk enveloped Ersa, wrapping around him like a tangible force, quickening his pulse.

Master Quin released his wrist, the ghost of his touch leaving an unsettling tingle on Ersa’s skin. Reflexively, Ersa pressed his hand over the spot, his mind reeling. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt anything. Not since his Mason and Mika. After they were gone, his body had shut down, as if it had died the moment he lost everything. The first year had been the worst—his heat had vanished entirely, leaving him hollow and numb, a shell of the omega he once was.

Now, his pulse thundered in his ears. Sparks ignited across his skin, each one sending a jolt of sensation rippling through him, leaving a trail of fiery warmth in its wake. He lifted his gaze to meet the alpha’s piercing eyes. The air between them felt charged, heavy with unspoken tension.

Master Quin’s light grey eyes darkened, swirling into the color of an approaching storm. His scent intensified. All he could smell was the alpha—a deep, primal musk that saturated the air, flooding his senses with its raw intensity. It was overpowering, a heady mix of strength and dominance that seemed to seep into his very being, leaving him dazed and unsteady.

“I don’t know why you brought me here. The contract hasn’t been signed yet. I can leave.”

“If you leave now,” Master Quin said, his tone dangerously calm, “you’ll never find work anywhere else.”

“What?” Ersa gasped. “You can’t do that.”

“I can, and I will,” he warned, his voice a low, deliberate rumble that left no room for argument. He strode to his desk, the weight of his authority palpable in the air. Settling into his chair, he leaned back, his piercing, stormy gaze locking onto Ersa with an intensity that made his stomach quiver. “You’re the only omega Benjn has shown any real connection with. I’m not about to throw that away because of your lies. You’re staying here, and you’re going to do the job you were hired for.”

“What?” Ersa blurted out, his voice laced with both confusion and frustration. “Being stubborn is not going to help the situation.”

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