Now that we’re being told the truth of our past, most have much more to discuss, try to work through.
I see individuals and packs, all of them far more free in their sharing than they’ve ever been.
No one wanted to come to my office with the GBE skulking about, but sessions were mandatory for some. Now that the GBE presence is gone, trust in me has increased.
It’s both pleasing and a burden.
I’m happy to help those in need, but… who helps me process all of this? The newfound information, uncovering all the lies and deceit perpetuated by the global powers that be, is beyond overwhelming. And I need to learn it all before the students are taught, so I’m mentally equipped for them to come to me about it all.
I think of Nyx, imagine what it would be like to come home after a long day and collapse into her waiting arms. Would we share all our innermost fears and comfort one another before making love for hours, uninhibited and free?
But then, it wouldn’t be just Nyx, would it?
Erich, the one person in this world who hates me more than Colton used to, would be there with us as well. And that male Omega, Zephyr, whose scent always lingers like the strongest perfume around Nyx, even though I never see them close together.
Those two follow her about like longing pups, Erich like a terrier who yaps at anyone that gets too close, and Zephyr like a big lapdog waiting for attention.
I suppose in this scenario, I’d be the cat, given my penchant for wanting to be near Nyx when it suits me, otherwise keeping to myself.
That isn’t fair, actually. I want to be with her all the time, but I understand how stressed she is. I can feel her confusion and disappointment any time I’m near her. Just as I feel the non-stop pining from Erich and Zephyr.
It’s all too overwhelming, really.
With a sigh, I turn off the screen of my tablet and tuck it under my arm. “I’ll get to studying,” I say before leaving the proverbial War Room and heading for the stairs.
There’s much to do and process. It’s better that I’m alone right now.
Zephyr
Ah. There’s my crimson-haired beauty.
They say that, long ago, my homeland was filled with fair-skinned redheaded women. That they were the most beautiful females in the world.
As Nyx sits alone on a stone bench outside the training grounds furthest from the academy building, I know that last part is a lie.
This Omega in front of me is the most beautiful woman ever to grace the planet.
It took me a bit longer to find her today, but I’d follow her scent anywhere.
It screams for me in the way I wish she would, sensual notes crying out across the campus wherever she goes.
Thought you could get away from me, hm?
The smile that spreads broadly across my face makes my cheeks ache.
Then, with a sigh, it’s gone.
A pack.
I, Zephyr O’Connor, Lab Rat Extraordinaire, have a pack.
And my, are they all beautiful.
So much so, it could put a nick in my ego.
Oh, who am I kidding? I’m too fabulous for that to ever happen.
The Brit counselor with evergreen eyes is never around long enough for me to get any kind of read off him, which is odd. He has to have known Nyx for years. Why wouldn’t he want to be around his Omega?
