Page 60 of The Knotty Omega
“I—”
I’ve heard enough. “No, she doesn’t,” I walk toward them, drawing up to my full height. It’s not often that I use my status as head alpha to influence the pack, but I will not lose Cady because Titus cannot handle his own emotions.
Titus has the good sense to look a little guilty. “Look, I didn’t mean—”
“Ollie, Archie, please go be with Cady and reassure her as much as you can.” At my words the two of them nod and head back towards the nest. Then, I turn my attention back to Titus. “When we discussed meeting her,” I walk closer, my voice growing more stern, “you said that you reserved the right to pull us out if you thought she wasn’t genuine. Weallknow that is not the case. Pretty much from the moment we met her. Not only are we hertruescent match, we also all work well together as a pack and seem to genuinely like each other. Just because that didn’t mean anything to your brother's omega, does not mean it doesn’t mean anything to her.”
A growl rips from Titus’ throat. “You don’t—”
“The only way she will leave us at this point is if you push her away anymore than you already have.” I let my dominance flow free, a part of myself I usually keep on a tight leash, and Titus bares his neck to me in response. I loathe doing this, but it is the only way. “Youwillfix this, Titus. It would be different if you genuinely did not care for her. But I know you’re just as enamored as the rest of us.”
He nods tightly, and I draw my dominance back in, and Titus slumps slightly in relief. “Do not come to the nest unless you have something productive to say.” He grits his teeth at my words, but nods, and walks down the stairs. A moment later, I hear the front door slam shut.
Sighing, I run a hand over my face. I really hope Titus can figure out what he needs to do. Otherwise…I don’t know what will become of our pack.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Dear Knotty Omega,
One of my alphas has a dog that is perfect in every way. Except for one. The nasty little f***er will sneak into my nest and steal my pillows, ripping them to shreds. When I get upset, my alpha will tell me to calm down and that he’ll buy me more pillows, but that’s not the point. I shouldn’t have to live in fear for the lives of my pillows. I’ve tried explaining the importance of pillows and blankets and such for omegas, but he just tells me to stop being immature.
How do I make him see it from my point of view?
Signed,
Concerned for Cushions
Dear Concerned for Cushions,
You are absolutely correct. You should not have to fear that you will need to hold a pillow funeral once a fortnight. Under other circumstances, I might direct your alpha towards an “All About Omegas” website, detailing how omegas are known to be creatures of comfort, our items in our nest being some of our most precious possessions. Considering you’ve repeatedly expressed this to him however, maybe train the dog to chew up the things he holds dear and see how he likes it? If he complains, tell him to stop being immature.
I’m kidding. Kind of.
Sometimes in order to see things from a different point of view, their perspective needs to be shifted elsewhere first. Sit down with him, make him tell you what his most prized or sentimental possession is. Then ask him how he would feel if the dog destroyed it. Repeatedly. Hopefully, this gets the point across. If it doesn’t, please refer back to the first paragraph.
Signed,
The Knotty Omega
***
“What the actual fuck?” I breathe out, looking at the mess of my desk. I've always hated Mondays, like any respectable nine to fiver, but this takes the fucking cake.
Pens dumped out of their holders, papers strewn everywhere, picture frames broken. Drawers are open, files dumped out. Every cable that runs under or through my desk has been viciously cut, and written across my cracked monitor screen in red paint marker, it reads “Omega trash”.
“Holy shit,” Achie breathes next to me, his eyes wide as they take in the massacre of my work desk. “What the hell? We need to call security.”
I was already feeling like shit after the disaster that was brunch yesterday, followed by a tense conversation outside my door that I tried my best to hear. I do not need this today.
Archie jumps into action behind me as my coworkers stop and gawk for a moment before going about their day. They don’t even stop to ask what’s wrong. They just bustle along on their way to the break room, oblivious to the way my safety has just been threatened. He comes back from his desk a moment later, his cheeks flushed with anger. “I’ve called security, they should be here any minute.”
Numbly I nod, wondering how I got to this point. The point where both my home and my work have been vandalized.
Thirty minutes later, we’re in a meeting with Grady. “Security says that since there are no cameras in the bull-pen, there’s no way to tell who did this. Jenna in marketing says she reported it in an email to Laura when she saw it this morning, and Laura says that she emailed security immediately.”
“It wasn’t like that when I left the office last night at five,” Archie says, sitting forward, “I left her a little sticky note on her monitor, so I know her desk was spotless when I left.”
Grady nods, putting his hand to chin like he’s thinking. “It had to have happened in between then and when Jenna noticed at seven thirty this morning. The only thing is, the security guys didn’t see anyone suspicious, and I don’t know who would have snuck in just to vandalize your desk.” He sighs and shakes his head. “There’s no way it’s a coincidence though, especially after your place was ransacked.”
