Page 31 of Nanny Omega

He would break.

He would give in to the urges clawing at his insides, the reckless desire that whispered for him to fucking drag Ersa back into his bed and fuck him until he screamed his name. Seeing the mark on Ersa’s arm—the dark bruise his claws had left—was like a slap of cold water. It was stark proof of how far he’d let himself go. Ersa hadn’t complained when it happened, but Xander knew he would if he touched him again. Nath had eventually become wary of him. Even the service omegas he’d been with never returned for the second time, no matter how much money he offered them.

They never returned.

Xander sighed. He had to find an alternative soon. If all his focus was on another omega, he wouldn’t have time to think about Benjn’s nanny.

“Sorry about that,” Shiva said, taking his seat. “I had an emergency.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes, everything is fine,” Shiva said with a reassuring nod. He gestured toward the couch with one hand while the other held the e-reader, its screen glowing faintly. “Shall we begin?”

“Yes,” Xander murmured, returning to the couch. Once settled, he hesitated, his fingers brushing against the fabric of his pants as he glanced up. “About last time…”

Shiva grimaced as he lifted his hand to stop him. “Our last session didn’t end on a good note. I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to pressure you. My job is to make your life easy and manageable, not stressful. I’ve made a list of ideas we can try.” Shiva’s gaze dropped to the e-reader, his fingers dancing over the screen.

“There’s no need for that. I’ll hire a companion omega.”

“What?” Shiva looked up, the shock in his eyes discomforting.

Xander pulled on his clothes self-consciously as he spoke. “I might have overreacted the last time. I didn’t understand what you were trying to do.”

“Now you do?”

“Yes. Something happened that changed my perspective,” Xander replied, his tone deliberately vague, avoiding any mention of the intimate moments he’d shared with Ersa. Those were meant for him and Ersa, no one else. “What do I need to do?”

For a long, heavy moment, Shiva simply stared at him. Xander wasn’t known for changing his mind—ever—but this time, the weight of the situation demanded it.

“Shiva?”

“Uh… yes, of course. Sorry, I’m just… a little caught off guard,” he admitted, his voice tinged with disbelief. His lips curved into a slow, approving smile as he added, “I never imagined you’d actually change your mind.”

“It’s important,” Xander said in a clipped tone.

“Of course,” Shiva said, his gaze drifting down to the e-reader in his hands. Without looking up, he spoke, “Finding a companion omega might seem overwhelming, especially given your lack of experience with omegas. I’ve spent a great deal of time carefully considering the best way to make this as stress-free as possible and came to the conclusion that engaging in primal mate play is the best approach for you.”

Xander stared at Shiva blankly. Play what? He’d never heard of that before.

Shiva laughed. “It sounds weird, I know, but it’s perfect for you. A primal, which refers to the alpha, chooses his playmate through smell or sound compatibility. A piece of cloth or scarf soaked with the omega’s scent is sent to the alpha, and they find out if they like it. Those who are sensitive to sound listen to a recording of the omega’s voice. If there is a match, they meet and play. I thought since you’re very sensitive to scent, we could do a scent compatibility test before you meet the companion omega. That way, we can find someone you really like. The Omega Placement Agency is open to suggestions when it comes to helping omegas get placement. They won’t have any issue with the process.”

“That’s it?” Xander asked, his voice laced with disbelief. “It sounds easy.”

“Yes. You wouldn’t respond well to a complex situation, and the last thing I want is for you to grow frustrated. I’ll send you a link to their site,” Shiva said, his fingers gliding over the screen, probably sending him the link. “You can do some reading, get a feel for the primal way of life, and see how they interact with their omegas. There’s a wealth of fascinating information on there.” He tapped the screen one last time before lifting his gaze, his lips curving into an encouraging smile. “If you’re open to it, I can submit a job listing on the Omega Placement site today, and we can see what happens from there.”

“Okay. The sooner we start, the better,” he said, pushing to his feet. Shiva followed suit, placing the e-reader on the table as he walked him to the door. “I’ll see you in our next session.”

The door slid open, and they stepped outside, his voice carrying a note of anticipation as he said, “I hope we’ll have a few scent samples for you to try by then.”

Xander gave a curt nod and strode toward the waiting pod. As soon as Hicks spotted him, he tapped the panel, and the door slid open with a quiet hiss.

As he sank into the back seat of the pod, he pulled out his connector from his pocket. With a swipe of his finger, the screen flickered to life, and he immediately navigated to the primal site.

“This looks normal,” Xander mumbled to himself.

“Did you say something?” Hicks asked from the front.

“No.” Xander cleared his throat, stealing a quick glance at Hicks before refocusing on his connector. He wasn’t sure what he had expected—something provocative—but what greeted him was surprisingly innocent. Flowing script scrolled across the screen, weaving poetic descriptions between delicate silhouette drawings of couples engaged in simple, everyday activities: hands entwined, lips meeting in a gentle kiss, sharing a meal, strolling together in the distance. It was understated. A stark contrast to the primal intensity he had imagined.

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