Page 53 of The Wronged Omega

Deep down, I knew that. The logical me that entered this cabin was chanting it, but the Omega side was an emotional bitch who refused to listen. She wanted to whine until her Alphas brought Oliver’s head to us on a silver platter.

Breaking down like this was the compromise.

I couldn’t listen to Cy anymore, and Odie doing nothing was another massive irritation. Why did everything have to be so split? I wanted the logic back. I wanted to feel normal and in control of my own body, but until I had some training, I was going to be a complete fucking mess that really didn’t give a shit.

Pushing out of Cy’s hold, I grabbed the bag and marched out the front door before picking a spot for the bush I wanted planted. Odie was right. Roses were the way to go. Fuck anyone who touched it.

I jogged down the steps and dropped the bag to the side of the stairs. Everyone followed me outside, wondering what I was doing. I pointed to the spot and made eye contact with Odie.

“You want it planted there? A tree isn’t going—” I shook my head before miming out a rosebush and getting pricked by a thorn. A light went off, and she understood what I meant. “We can bury it now and get the rosebush this week. Whatever color you want.”

I expected myself to want red or black, but the thought of a white rosebush causing pain to others as they tried to pick my flowers was pleasing. I would tell her later because I wasn’t going to figure out how to say that now.

I nodded in agreement before pointing to the both of them, then the spot on the ground. Even with two arms, I wasn’t going to be digging the hole. With one and the other going into the ground, it was a definite no.

Cy and Odie got to work without a word to me or to each other. They reappeared with some tools, and I took up a spot on one of the chairs with Ellie watching over me again. I could hear Odie and Cy talking, but they were hushed about it, so I couldn’t make out any words.

“You need help,” Ellie said as she hopped up to sit on the railing.

I chuckled, and thanks to the sobbing, it was very wet and disgusting.

“Well, I wasn’t going to ask if you were okay. You’re not. You need help. Lots of it.”

I gestured toward Odie and Cy, and she rolled her eyes.

“They will help a little, but having someone love you doesn’t remove the need for real help. Vaila could be that person, or she could help find someone for you to talk to.”

I raised a brow at that. She spoke about this as if she had been there.

“Vaila helped me find someone. It was a battle since talking about my dad in certain ways doesn’t exactly look good for the council. I enjoyed it while it lasted, having someone I could rant to without judgment. I only saw her for a year, and I probably should have contacted her again after Odie and Cy left me, but I didn’t. I wanted to be miserable. If I was miserable, then I had an excuse to be an ass about things.”

I laughed and covered my mouth to stifle the sound. The night was quiet, and I didn’t want to ruin it. She was so smart for someone so young, and I understood that far too intimately. Ellie might only be seventeen, but that didn’t mean anything when you’ve had a life like either of ours.

“I know Vaila is going to send something soon to help with the curse and probably the current other issues, but I could ask her to actually come by and talk with you, if you’d like?”

I thought about her offer. I didn’t want to speak to Vaila, my mate’s ex, but someone else would be fine. I shook my head and motioned for my pen and notebook. I was tired of all the extra work it took to talk to them without it. Still, I wouldn’t remove the curse that caused me to be mute. It was who I was, and I wanted to keep as much of myself intact, considering I was losing more and more of who I was as time ticked by.

Ellie returned with my notebook and handed it to me.

Someone else? I don’t feel comfortable talking to Vaila.

“That’s fair, I guess. I can ask her about it anyway and see who she recommends. Someone Cy and Odie haven’t had a thing with.” She winked at me, and I smiled up at her with a brief nod.

Odie and Cy walked up the steps and joined us at the end of the porch with dirt and sweat covering their bodies.

“That part is done. I need another shower.” Odie leaned against the outside of the cabin, propping her shovel against the floor.

“A nice long hot one. At least it’s cool out here. She could have dragged us out in the middle of summer in one hundred degree heat.” I shrugged, knowing this wasn’t really a conscious decision on my part. “We would do it, but there probably would have been more grumbling about it being hot and gross out here.”

Silence ran over us, and despite other times, this round was awkward. I wanted to take another bath, then curl up in bed until tomorrow. This was far too much excitement for someone in my condition.

“I think it’s time for hot chocolate. Mine and I will have a little girl time in my room while you two make yourselves less gross.” Ellie grabbed my hand and hoisted me out of the chair before picking up my notebook and pen and dragging me across the porch.

“Uh, okay, but we need to wrap her arm up first.” Odie marched behind us, reminding everyone that even when she let others take the lead, she was still in charge.

“I’ll do it. Go away.” Ellie brushed her off and kept heading for her room.

Once we were here, she shoved me in, hopped over to Odie’s room to grab the med kit, and came back in, slamming the door behind her.

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