And a week of spending all day without the alphas.
The only saving grace is I swear I can feel any time I cross their minds. It’s as if I can feel when one of them thinks about me. And each time, it comes with a wave of affection.
For me.
My family might have rejected me due to my designation, but I love being an omega.
I don’t exactly love being so much smaller than most men, but whatever. And my asshole siblings don’t get nearly as much attention as I do so they can kiss my ass.
Way to lie to yourself, asshole.
“I’m not lying,” I mutter out loud.
Great. Now I’m arguing with myself, and anyone could turn the corner and catch me. They’ll think I’m a lunatic.
So I might still be sad that my family rejected me. I have Ella, I’ve made some amazing friends. And I might be building a family.
I hope.
My steps falter as I roam through the living room and everything shifts.
The alphas might not want me to live here after he or she is born, but they gave me the option of whether I stay in our child’s life. And I have every intention of doing that as a parent, not a cool uncle who pops in for holidays, not a family friend.
Would it be terrible to ask for visitations?
My hand lands on my flat belly as tears prick the backs of my eyes.
This isn’t my hormones making me emotional – this is purely from fear.
And a touch of rejection.
Which, of course, is ridiculous. I knew going into this exactly what they wanted from me and it wasn’t to add me to their family. It wasn’t to make me their omega.
Mason made you his omega.
I huff a deep breath and begin wandering once more.
The scent of chlorine seeps through the wood ash, peppermint and whipped cream, and chocolate hazelnut as well as my perfume and the mixture of cleaning products used by the housekeeping staff.
That’s right – there’s an indoor pool as well as an outside. It’s too cool to lie in shorts in the sun, but I can take a swim in the heated pool. I was given full permission to roam the entirety of the house, including the home gym that I’ve already forgotten how to find.
Next time I pass Amy, I’ll ask her to draw me a map because it’s starting to feel as though that’ll be a necessity until I’m more familiar with this place.
Using my nose, I follow the smell until I spot glass doors. After pulling one side open, I smile as the warm humid air wafts out to greet me.
This. This is what I need. Yeah, I soaked in the tub after the heat, but that was only after the emotional breakdown and Mason repeatedly apologizing to me.
As the time has passed, a few more memories have resurfaced…
Mason is a beast in the sack.
For someone so polished, so intelligent, articulate, and refined, he sure is a passionate and dominant lover.
Pretty sure I enjoyed every second of it. Shame I can’trememberevery second of it.
Tugging up the legs of my sweats, I lower to the edge and dip my feet into the water. Oh, it’s definitely heated and feels amazing.
Why am I doing the look around?
