Page 43 of The Wronged Omega

I must have blushed again because Ellie looked at me funnily.

“Something on your mind?” I shook my head and took the spoon from her. “If you say so. Lots going on today. So many secrets.” I rolled my eyes and took a sip of the soup.

It was delicious and light but so flavorful. It was a chicken broth base with lots of small veggies. I didn’t know how they made it so creamy, but I loved it and had to force myself from scarfing it down.

Ellie took it upon herself to mix in the drink mix, and I glared at it.

“By the command of Odie.” Like it would be anyone else. “I’d dump it out for you, but she’d somehow know.” I didn’t doubt that for a second.

After the drink was mixed and I had put a very small dent in the soup, I ate two crackers and gulped down a fourth of the tainted water. It was just as gross as last time, but between all the salt and liquid I was having, I’d be back to half functioning in no time.

“Can I ask you something?” I nodded before shoving another cracker into my mouth. “Actually, nevermind. It doesn’t matter. Um, so how’s the soup?”

I glared at her, but she didn’t budge, so I caved and ignored the unasked question, giving her a thumbs up.

“I’ll send compliments to the chef.” With that, she got up and left me alone again.

The silence of the room bore down on me. My ability to enjoy silence and solo time had been stifled. I had a love-hate relationship with that fact. I could get used to being with them. Well, I already was, which was a problem, but I could continue being used to it, and that was problem number two.

What if they died like everyone else? What if I was truly left alone after finding people who liked having me around and weren’t terrified of some accident cutting their lives short? What if… So many what ifs and they all converged, screaming that I never wanted to leave. Especially not if forehead kisses were on the daily menu.

Chapter 21

Cy

I eyed the bag that held Mine’s arm next to the front door. Throwing it out seemed wrong, and what if it accidentally opened and someone saw what was inside? Burying it without Mine’s consent or input also felt like the wrong move, so it sat there, mocking me. Maybe she wanted to cremate it. Maybe she wanted a rose bush or something planted over it.

Eventually, I knew she’d ask, and we would deal with it. If she didn’t soon, though, I’d bring it up and do whatever she asked unless she wanted to keep it somehow. I wasn’t hanging up a taxidermied Human—Omega—arm. I had some limits, and apparently, that was one of them.

I wouldn’t put it past her to make the joke though, and I’d have to resist getting squeamish. I chopped arms off when needed, but I had no intention of ever keeping one as a trophy for my efforts. Maybe I could make an exception for the skull of a mortal enemy or something like that, but that’s where I drew the line.

I was scrubbing the floors again when Ellie entered the living room and said, “Mine fell asleep. Where’d Odie run off to?”

This was at least the third soak and scrub, and I truly wondered how crime scene clean up crews got blood out of everything. This was a hassle I never wanted. I was the one to spill the blood, not clean it. I wondered if there was anyone I could call—no, then they’d ask questions and possibly find out about Mine.

I was simply stuck scrubbing until this all went away. It was gone from the main boards, but those small cracks in between held so much. I didn’t even realize they were there until now. Maybe the floors needed to be fully redone eventually. Not anytime soon but after this whole shit show blew over, then maybe.

I stopped scrubbing and looked up at Ellie. “Running. Literally. She went outside, and I don’t think she’s stopped since.” I knew finding your mate was stressful and forced a lot of new hormones to course through you, but this wasn’t what I had in mind. If she would stop fighting it and tell Mine, everything would blow up, then we’d be fine.

Waiting didn’t make any sense to me, not really. Sure, it would make the initial blow up bigger, but then we could work through it all at once instead of going through blow up one, handling the aftermath, then moving onto blow up two and three and so on because this was never ending apparently.

We’d had one year of blissful lonely silence, and now we were trapped in a mad house with a budding Omega and a teenage one.

I grimaced and looked down at the work I had left. Giving up for now, I dumped more cleaning products onto the floor and hoped for the best. I didn’t care if they were ruined in the end. A sander and some fresh sealant and they’d be as good as new.

Ellie had grabbed herself a bowl of soup and some crackers as well before sitting at the corner table, away from the damaged island thanks to Odie shooting Oliver and him crashing into it. There were a few stray bullet holes but nothing that couldn’t be easily hidden. The counter being knocked off was another issue. Pieces were shattered while others remained attached. I’d had to pry it off and create a new one before it was usable again. Thankfully, no damage was done to the side facing the kitchen, so we still had half an island and the entire expanse connected to the wall.

Dropping the scrub brush I had in my hand into the bucket of water next to me, I grabbed some water and joined Ellie.

“How are you doing?” Outwardly, she seemed to be doing too well with all of this, even with all the crying.

She stopped the soup laden cracker halfway to her mouth, then shoved it in as a stalling tactic.

“I’m fine,” she mumbled once she swallowed.

“Fine? Really? You saw a wolf nearly rip someone’s arm off, found out Humans are actually Primarchs, and now have your friend on bed rest because she’s now a one armed Omega. Don’t lie to me.” I sat back with my arms crossed. I’d rather have her throw a fit than lie about how she was feeling.

Ellie dropped her spoon into the bowl with a clink. “What do you want me to say, Cy? This is horrible, but I’m fine. I’m going to cry and have some breakdowns, but I’m not traumatized by this, except for maybe a new fear of wolves. I was already sketched out by Oliver, I had wondered how Humans could exist alongside us, and Mine isn’t the first person I’ve seen with one arm. I’m. Fine. Okay?”

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