Page 45 of The Wronged Omega

“There isn’t a right answer here,” Odie groaned. “What if—”

“What if she says no or freaks out? Well, she’s going to freak out eventually. She’s too calm now. Might as well shove it a little and see what happens. At least she would have all the information.”

“That’s not what she said though. She’s okay waiting because it affects all of us. I’m sure she’s dying to know, but she will put up with it for our sake.”

I gritted my teeth. “So we’re putting more on her, just not something important? Got it. What a good mate,” I spit out and stood up, ready to storm out. “Tell her, or I will, Odie. I don’t have the patience you have or the intent to keep shit from my possible mate.”

My door slammed before I knew it, and I instantly regretted doing so. I hoped Mine didn’t wake up due to my stupidity, and I also hoped these stupid emotions were due to her being my mate and not something else, not that I had any idea what else that could be.

I plopped on my bed, belly first, and buried my face into the pillow. I wanted to scream or run like Odie had done, but most of all, I wanted to go into the next room and force some of my blood down Mine’s throat. I doubted we would be so lucky that the markings would appear without it, and I needed to know.

I groaned and threw a small tantrum on the bed, messing up the sheets. I understood how impossible this situation was, but keeping information was never something I enjoyed. It should be out there and shared, at least when it came to this. Keep your personal secrets, but this would change all of our lives and the lives of everyone else in our world if it got out.

I’d give Odie until tomorrow, but I couldn’t wait longer than that.

By tomorrow night, everything would be on the table, and we would deal with the aftermath, whatever it might be.

Chapter 22

Odie

Cy was right. I knew she was, but I still sat here as if she hadn’t given me an ultimatum.

I had to tell Mine tonight. When she woke up, I would drop the bomb on her and hope everything went as smoothly as possible. Maybe she wouldn’t freak out about another thing being added to her plate. That was a delusional line of thought, but I could dream.

I laid my head on the table and gripped my short hair between my fingers. Everything was falling apart, and it was only going to get worse before it got better.

With a deep breath, I stood up and headed for my room where Mine was currently residing. I needed a shower, and the need to check on her was a growing itch across my body.

The door opened quietly, and Mine remained undisturbed as she lay in bed on her back. Her long brown hair was still up in the messy bun Cy tossed it into. Her full lips slightly parted, and soft snores came out. The rules behind her curse were rather interesting, but I assumed they were specific for a reason.

If I was going to curse someone with the inability to speak, I would also take their ability to scream, but the other little things that she could do like laughing and whistling, I’m not sure I would think about. If annoyance was another goal, snoring would definitely be on the list to remain. Whistling as well.

I snuck past the bed and slipped into the bathroom before closing the door with a small click.

I turned on the shower and was thankful I decided to have both a tub and a shower in here and not a combination. I didn’t want to have to stand and bathe in the same place we took care of Mine, at least this soon.

After turning on the shower to piping hot, I cleaned up the space a bit, tossing the towels into the hamper and cleaning up the leftover water on the floor along with hosing down the bathtub. It would need a good scrub and the floors mopped, but it would do for now. At least it didn’t look like a mini crime scene anymore.

The steam built, and the mirror fogged over before I stripped off my shirt and threw it into the hamper as well. Before I could get any further, glass shattering in my room drew my attention.

I flung open the door and saw Mine leaning over the edge of the bed, holding herself up on the nightstand with a broken water glass beneath her. Our eyes met, and she grimaced. Her arm shook beneath her, still recovering from the blood loss. I’d have offered more of mine to help the process, but I didn’t think she’d be too keen on the idea.

Carefully climbing up the bed, I grabbed her waist and pulled her to safety, setting her back against the pillows. I sat back and knelt in front of her.

“Are you okay?” She shrugged without taking her eyes off of me. “Do you want more water?” She licked her lips, and I tracked the movement. It took a lot more strength than I would like to admit to not kiss her, to not taste her now that she had tasted me.

Finally, she nodded, and I scooted off the end of the bed.

“Don’t move. Don’t try to clean it up. Nothing.” I backed away and exited the door, hoping she didn’t try anything else while I was gone.

I got her more water, and this time, it was in a water bottle that could take a beating if needed. I made my way back down the hall, stopping at the supplies closet to grab a broom and dust pan, only to be met by Ellie who walked out of her room at the wrong time.

She looked me up and down and quirked a brow but didn’t say anything as she walked by me, probably on the hunt for a snack. I was glad she didn’t say anything as I wanted to get back to Mine as soon as possible, but I wondered what she thought I was doing.

With a sigh, I closed the closet door and entered my room again before handing over the water bottle and cleaning up the broken glass on the floor. Thankfully, I still had on my tennies, so I didn’t have to worry about cutting my feet, but Mine watched me intently, and it made cleaning this up even more difficult.

Soon, I was done and dumped the glass into the trashcan in the bathroom, leaving the broom and pan in there.

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