Page 36 of The Wronged Omega

“I know. She deserves to be clean and cared for until then. We will figure something out.”

With slow hands and the help of Cy holding her up, we got her shirt and pants off before covering her slightly with a towel and then wetting her hair, being careful of her shredded arm. Without a hospital and a surgeon, there was no saving it. My blood and Vaila’s magic and herbs could only do so much. The bleeding stopped, and that would have to be enough.

The water ran red as we cleaned her hair, grateful that she was still passed out and unable to feel anything. When she woke up, it would be the beginning of the end. Losing an arm and finding out your entire life was even more of a lie than you thought was not something I’d wish upon anyone, especially Mine. She had already been through so much.

With her hair cleaned, Cy wrapped it up into a messy bun to keep it out of the way. When she looked down, she gasped and went still.

“Fuck. Double fuck. Is that—Fuck,” she cursed, drawing out the last word.

“What more could there possibly be, Cy?” She moved and pointed to Mine’s back.

Where there was once tan skin was now vitiligo crawling up her spine in a blotchy but swirling fashion. “Maybe she had it before. It’s not like we’ve seen her naked.”

“Believe what you want, but I’m checking as soon as we’re done here.”

My hands shook with the possibility. Cy didn’t mean she was going to check herself as she hadn’t shared blood with Mine, but I had, and if this was what we thought it was, everything was changing once again.

We cleaned her up and wrapped her in a large soft towel before depositing her in my bed. We stood over her, refusing to move or face the fact that she could be much more than just some Omega we were caring for.

“Do you feel anything?” Cy asked.

“No, but we have been acting differently.” Now that I thought about it and the room cleared of the unwanted Primarchs, a new scent filled my nostrils. Peaches and mint. I had been around Mine far too long to not have noticed this before. Her scent clinging to me and soothing some of the panic made it clear who she was to me even if I didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want to check the markings.

“You could just let me check. Not like she drank anyone else’s blood.” Cy reached over and gripped the hem of my shirt.

I slapped her away. “Not yet. I don’t want to know yet.” If she was mine, was ours, I’d break. We let so much happen to her. We let her avoid us for weeks instead of getting to know her.

We were shitty fucking Alphas, and if Mine was our mate, then we were shit at that too.

Chapter 18

Cy

Mine was still asleep, and Odie refused to leave her. I couldn’t be in there any longer with Odie’s anxious energy filling the room, so I was outside, waiting for Vaila to arrive.

I had checked on my wounds and wrapped them after a quick scrub down. The gashes on my leg from Oliver’s teeth and claws were already healing thanks to the one useful ability Alphas seemed to have. The slice across my forehead was sealing already as well. They would all be scars before I knew it, adding to the others I already had across my body.

I sat on one of the chairs we had set up on the far end of this side of the porch. It was a sturdy wooden rocking chair that I couldn’t resist getting. It made the mornings I was awake early manageable. This plus a cup of coffee made things better.

My chin rested in my palm as I stared out through the opening in the trees that led to the road. She should be here any minute, but I was losing any patience I had.

Odie wouldn’t let me check for the matching mate marks even though there wasn’t another option I could think of. If Mine wasn’t Odie’s mate and her designation wasn’t forced into action from the consumption of her mate’s blood, I had no idea what else it could be.

This was all so different from how it typically went, at least from what I’d heard. Fewer and fewer Primarchs were finding their true mates, but it didn’t really matter in the end. Our population wasn’t declining or anything like that. Everyone found someone or a few someones that they loved and wanted to be with, and that was that.

At first, it was a concern, but without a dip in birth rates, no one seemed to care anymore.

Except some did, like Odie and me. We had met a few others like us that didn’t feel a true connection to anyone in that way. Sure, we had relationships, and sex wasn’t something we ever had to go without if we wanted it, but the love part never happened. We thought we were defective, but with this new information, it was clear we weren’t the issue at all.

Everyone else settled and accepted that things had changed for no clear reason instead of digging deeper. If they had, maybe there wouldn’t be a Human race but another part of the Primarchy who needed help finding their mates so they could thrive in our world.

I didn’t want to think about how that would work though. Having them drink a massive concoction of blood from all the mateless Primarchs didn’t sound like the best idea.

If Mine hadn’t been a Human, or whatever we should actually be calling them, we would have noticed right away, but now that we knew what she was, our kindness toward her made sense, and her attitude going from gruff, annoying, and humorous to anxious and skittish really sealed the deal.

Omegas might be in charge and could control us with their pheromones, but that didn’t mean they were physically or mentally stronger. They had to work for the power they had, and if they were nice about it, I was fully on board for it, but others took advantage.

I couldn’t imagine having all of those hormones course through me at once without the gradual build of control. Alphas were volatile when they wanted to be, and if the rage and adrenaline that filled me at times blasted through me without any training to control it, massacres would happen.

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