Page 42 of The Beta: Part Two
I'm older now and so are they. Before I was just a beta trying to fit in with their pack until I pulled back and walked away to keep from doing them damage. Now I'm their omega, and that comes with a fair amount of pressure. But to be fair, they would have been happy to keep me as a beta. My status never made a difference to them.
I've often thought about why they wanted to keep me so badly and it has always been a spiral of guilt-soaked questions without any answers. In my mind, even if Corso was genuinely in love with me while I was still a beta and could never complete his pack the way an omega would. It was the right thing to do, stepping back so they could have what they needed, no matter that I loved him right back.
That's why I left, I wanted more for the man I loved than what I could give him; and I was content with that decision. But then they never attempted to find an omega after I left, and that's when the questioning of myself began. I was never uncomfortable with them, I never felt like I was just a beta taking orders, and I didn't actually mind taking orders from any of them...not that they gave more than a few. I felt like I was part of them, and that was what was so terrible about both staying and leaving. I even entertained the idea that I might be naturally mated to one of them, specifically Corso, but betas can't be mated with alphas so I abandoned that.
Now, it seems we get what we wanted after all. Not only will I be their omega, but I will bring with me another omega, which is such a coveted sign of strength, as well as increasing their pack by four alphas. What we are doing is going to blow the roof off of the council, and probably the population at large. There hasn't been a pack as large as ours in generations. The only thing that gives me caution is that eventually,eventually, someone is going to expect me to have a baby. Probably several.
I have never, under any circumstances, ever considered that I would have children. Why would I? Hell, I've only recently been accepted into a pack. Babies are so far off my radar that it is actually hilarious. I hope none of these assholes are feeling particularly reproductive for a long while. It is an interesting thought, though. I can admit to being omega enough to find pleasure in imagining what my children with these men might look like.
Jasper first, though. Nobody gets to knock me up until after I have at least one little Jasper baby. Then Corso because he has always longed for it. He told me once that he wants a huge family like his grandparents had in the old country, with a whole brood of children. If my mother is anything to go by, I shouldn't have any trouble giving him that brood. After Corso, maybe Kaleb or Reid. I don't think Nathan would care either way, and Trent doesn't seem like the type to want a bunch of kids. Alex is a pervert and would enjoy the perks of making a baby way more than the actual baby; and if I'm honest, I'm right there with him. The perks are much more enjoyable than the actual infant. Yeah...no babies for a good long while. I want to enjoy the perks of this pack for as long as possible before I agree to having anybody's babies.
“What are you thinking about?” Corso groans from the front seat and I actually blush. “I can only take so much, bella. What is in that head of yours that is affecting me so strongly?”
I scoot down in the seat, mumbling, “you don't really want to know. Feel free to distract me from my current train of thought.”
Fuck. That was the most unfortunate thing I could have said. Corso would have dutifully done exactly what I asked and found something to take my mind off babies, and having them, and my pack making me pregnant, and holy fucking christ on a stick now I'm getting wet because these fucking omega hormoneswantme pregnant.
Alex turns to me so fast that his long blonde hair whips around his face. His eyes are positively sparkling with every dark thought he's ever had.
Reid's nearly black eyes flick to me in the mirror again and I watch one of his dark eyebrows raise.
Corso lets out a long line of curses, and I try frantically to roll the window down.
“Do you really have the child locks on?” I hiss as nothing happens when I repeatedly smash the button to roll down the window.
Alex turns his entire body towards me on the seat. He looks like he might be considering pouncing on me like a lion. “Too late for that, sweetheart. Now,” he reaches out and grabs my ankle with a hand that feels like it's on fire, “what were you thinking about that's got Corso so flustered. Share with the class, Talia.”
I groan and cover my eyes, “nothing I should be thinking about right now. It's omega nonsense. It'll stop if you quit looking at me like I'm prey.”
The motherfucker grins at me, making sure to flash his sharp canines. “But you are prey now, honey. And omega nonsense might be the best thing to ever happen in this truck.” He yanks on my ankle and drags me a few inches closer to him.
This does nothing to cool my body's response to my treacherous line of thought. In fact, it feels like flames are licking up my leg from where he's grasping my ankle and they're setting off a violent reaction, making my pussy throb so hard and so quick that my toes actually curl.
Alex growls low in his throat, causing a veritable flood of slick to soak the crotch of my shorts. The scent of it brings more growls from the front seat, which causes me to release even more. I think I'm going to die from either embarrassment or unfulfilled lust.
“I can't live like this,” I say behind my hands that are now covering my face. “How do they live like this? That's rhetorical. Don't give a single, solitary answer. Please, Reid, for the love of fuck, roll down the window.”
He smirks at me from the stupid mirror, “not a chance, omega.”
The way he says the wordomega,like it's something delicious, only makes my situation worse and I groan into my hands. This is impossible.
“Are we going to pull over?” Corso asks, his voice made of gravel, “or are you going to take care of her, Alex?”
Alex the asshole licks his lips, “what do you think, omega. Should we pull over and have a party in the truck? Or should I pull those soaking wet shorts off of you and make you feel a whole lot better while Reid drives us home?”
They keep saying omega like that and I don't know why it affects me so much, but my shorts really are soaked.
Alex gives my ankle another tug and I squeak out the word, “babies!”
All movement ceases. I can't even hear anybody breathing. Other than me, of course. My breaths are heaving in my chest as calmly as I can make them. I don't know if this is a good response from them or a terrible one, and anxiety starts crawling through me.
“What did you say?” Corso whispers.
Reid is staring at me so hard from the mirror that I want to squirm.
“Babies. I was thinking about what the babies will look like when we eventually have them.”
“Pull over,” Corso growls.
