Page 49 of The Wronged Omega

Little did she know, I took the minute I had been sitting here and made a list. I held up one finger, telling her to give me a minute so I could finish it, then passed it over. I was certain more would come to me, but these were the important big ones for now.

“‘What the fuck does being an Omega even mean?’” Odie laughed and checked to make sure I was serious before carrying on. “You know the basics, don’t you? Omegas run our world, they can control us and to a lesser extent, Betas with their pheromones, they are more so the breeders of the Primarchy… What else do you want to know?”

I shrugged. I guessed that was it, but the trauma wiped all thoughts from my brain. Leaning over, I tapped the next question.

“‘What the fuck does being a mate even mean?’ They’re all going to be like this aren’t they?”

She could read them. She knew. If I didn’t cuss, that’d be when they should worry.

Chapter 24

Mine

“It’s complicated. In our world, true mates are rare. Initially, people panicked, but it doesn’t mean we can’t have children or anything like that. It’s simply a matchmaking system our pheromones have in place. It’s a way to create suitable pairings with a little more ease. When that went away, people started dating and forming family units similar to Humans but with less monogamy. There are plenty of couples, but most are units of three or more. That is brought down from when true mates were prevalent.” She met my gaze. “Does that make sense?” When I nodded, she continued. All of this was fascinating, and I found myself not wanting her to ever stop talking.

“For us, that’s what it is. The draw and the markings show us as true mates. We do not have to give in and accept it, but there are few who fight it. Given the circumstances, I’d understand if you wanted to.” She cleared her throat and refused to look at me. “But that doesn’t mean I would give up easily. Anyway, if you’re feeling strange, that’s probably what it is, mixed with your body getting used to being a full Omega and not a repressed one. Hopefully, in the next few days, everything will settle down.” Her fingers toyed with the corners of the notebook to distract herself. Without thought, I reached out and covered her larger hand with my own.

Finally, Odie looked at me and saw that I wasn’t a crumbling mess crushed beneath the weight of her words.

“You’re handling this much better than I thought you would.” I shrugged, and she turned her hand so she could hold mine. “Being a mate is like being a Human partner, but there’s more pheromone junk involved. Nothing will force you to stay or choose me, but your instincts will want you to. That’s all. I think there’s some information out there that says getting pregnant is easier with a true mate, but we haven’t had any decline in population, so I’m not sure if that’s relevant.” Odie blushed and rubbed her hand over her face.

“I need to go back to question one and mention heats.”

I nabbed the notebook from her and wrote, I know about those. They equated them to cats though.

Odie snickered. “It’s similar to that. Every three or so months, Omegas can go into heat if they don’t have suppressants for it. We will get some for you until you’re ready. All it is is your body saying it’s ready, and the pheromones your body produces make Alphas around you ready. I’ll go into more detail when we get the medication. You don’t have to worry about that for now. Plus side, no Human periods. I think. There could be an adjustment period. We have no idea.”

So I should worry about this now because we have no fucking clue.

“There are signs to a heat coming. We will know. You’ll start nesting and being irritable. Your pheromones will start spiking.”

You’re lucky I trust you, or I’d be freaking out about that part. Carry on.

I handed the notebook back over.

“I think that’s all you really need to know about being a mate. It’s not all that different from having a Human partner in the long run. What’s next?” Odie went to question number three. “You want to know about the marking.” I nodded and stood up before rounding the bed and poking her back. “I haven’t even—” I grabbed the notebook, cutting her off.

I will accept none of this if you do not prove to me that we are actually sporting the same mark thing you mentioned. Strip.

“Bossy,” she grumbled. “But fine.” Her voice warbled slightly, and even though she had seemed so confident about me being her mate, it was clear now that she was worried there was some sort of mistake happening and I wasn’t.

Honestly, even if the mark wasn’t there, I didn’t think I’d care. If I could choose, there were worse people to be with. If I’d stop lying to myself, I’d accept that it was much more than that.

Odie stood up with her back to me before gripping the back of her shirt and pulling it up, revealing what looked like a birthmark that ran up her spine. It was almost like a curly blob that was slightly darker than her skin tone.

I reached forward and ran a finger across it to see if it was more of a scar than a discoloration. When my finger made contact with her skin, Odie hissed and spun around, dropping her shirt back into place.

Her hazel eyes were blazing, and her jaw ticked as she stepped toward me. I matched her steps back, but soon, I was hitting the wall, trapped.

My eyes grew wide as she stared down at me. I wasn’t scared, but the hunger in her eyes was worrying and intoxicating. I didn’t try to stop her as she stepped into my space and lowered her head so her lips were next to my ear.

“Any more questions?” Her voice was low and made my heart rate pick up, which was not good for my current condition.

Shaking my head, I heard her lips part into a smile. “Good.”

Odie’s lips crashed to mine, and her groan filled my head. Her hands slid under my thighs and lifted me so I was eye level with her all without breaking our kiss. My legs wrapped around her body, and she pressed into me, keeping me firmly against the wall. My head felt like it was floating, and I couldn’t tell if this was the blood loss or the emotions rampaging through me.

Her tongue pressed in, tangling with mine. My hand wound up and gripped her short hair, holding her in place. I knew Odie could easily pull away if she wanted to, but it gave me a much needed false sense of security.

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