Page 4 of Sweet Omega
Hym shrugged.
Of course he did. That was Hym’s answer to everything.
Tarymn silently groaned, dragging a hand down his face. Of course he had to be the one who cared too much.
“Fucking hell,” Tarymn muttered, his jaw clenching as he glared out the pod’s window. “How much stuff do they have?”
“Damn,” Hym echoed, eyeing the overloaded moving bot rumbling toward them. The thing looked ready to collapse under the weight of boxes, bags, and what might’ve been half a wardrobe.
“We should go help them,” Hym added, already stepping out of the pod. He paused at the door, casting a pointed glance over his shoulder.
Tarymn groaned under his breath. Fucking hell.
“Fine,” he snapped, following Hym out of the pod. Heat and city noise hit him at once. “Whatever that is, it’s not fitting in the pod.”
“Yeah,” Hym replied, already halfway across the walkway. Tarymn followed, just in time to hear his brother cheerfully informing Luci and Ludiin that not everything would fit and offering to stay behind while they took a first load home.
Just like that, Tarymn was being stuck with the omegas. Alone.
He glared at Hym—traitor—then grabbed one of the larger boxes off the bot without a word. The thing was heavier than it looked.
What the hell was in this thing?Tarymn grunted, his arms straining as he shifted its weight. The frustration coiling inside him made it feel even heavier, like the damn thing was carved from solid stone.
Footsteps rushed behind him. He didn’t slow down.Let them catch up.
Back inside the pod, he dumped the box on the seat across from him and collapsed into his own with a groan. He rubbed his palms against his thighs, trying to ward off the creeping pressure behind his eyes.
A flush of heat rippled beneath his skin, raising goosebumps along his arms. His scent thickened, bleeding into the air. It wrapped around the pod in a suffocating haze.
“Master,” Pitra said, wincing from the operator’s chair, his voice tight.
Tarymn swallowed hard.
Damn, he was going to kill his assistant, if he wasn’t careful. “Sorry,” he murmured, jaw clenched as he forced himself to reel it in. He needed to calm down before his aggression spiraled out of control.
He closed his eyes. Counted to ten.One. Two. Breathe. Three…
He hated this feeling, losing control, his true nature taking over.
Four.
The pod rocked slightly. A soft thud. Someone had climbed in. The quiet was quickly broken by a series of grunts as they stacked more boxes inside. Then silence. Tarymn opened his eyes.
Ludiin stood there, staring at him.
Wide eyes. Quiet. He wasn’t exactly fearful, but guarded, as if trying to figure him out.
“What?” Tarymn snapped, unable to take the silence and the eyes any longer.
Ludiin shook his head quickly and slipped into the front seat, hugging a box to his chest like a shield. His silence was oddly delicate, and his presence, though small, filled the pod in a strange way.
“Is your brother not coming?” Tarymn asked.
“No. He decided to stay with Hym,” Ludiin replied, his voice soft, velvety, almost musical.
Tarymn blinked. That voice…It slid through the air and into his bones, soothing without permission.
Fuck,he thought, disturbed by how much calmer he suddenly felt.
