Page 61 of The Wronged Omega

“You’re on.” They shook on it, and I thought they were ridiculous.

So I will consider the nest my room, you each have one down here, and the one that is currently mine can be ours, if that works.

“I don’t think other Omegas consider their nest their room.”

Well, I’m basically half Human, and I say I do. I won’t be there often, but knowing I have a cozy space that’s all mine helps. Besides, Ellie explained more, and I know you won’t tarnish that space or enter it without permission.

“Another fair point. You’re getting the hang of this Omega thing.” Odie placed a kiss on the top of my head and disappeared down the hall.

“So that means we get to go on a redecorating rampage. My room also needs some help. You guys tried, but a lot changed in a year.”

“Sure, whatever you and Mine want. Just make my room feel like me and our shared one feel like us. No, I will not explain further.” With that, Cy vanished into the garage probably to pick out dinner.

Ellie took the spot on the couch Cy just vacated and watched as I made my way back to my original spot on the couch.

“Are you doing okay? You seem happy, but I want to make sure there’s nothing else lurking in there.”

I scooted to the corner and curled my legs under me before writing.

I think I’m fine. Everything is still a little weird with all the changes and the arm deal, but it could be a lot worse. I could be dealing with all of this alone.

I handed it over, and Ellie seemed to read the note multiple times before accepting what I had written.

“You’re sure? Nothing feels super weird with your emotions? You seem to have a good hold of your pheromones, and I didn’t even really show you how to do that.”

I smiled awkwardly at that. I knew the answer, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to give it.

“Spill. I know you’re keeping something from me.”

I took back the notebook and explained.

I spent many years holding in my emotions whether it was so I didn’t cry or burn down a house, possibly with myself in it. I had a lot of shit happen when I was a kid. I lost a lot. I don’t think I could wield the pheromones yet, but holding them in? That’s cake compared to what I have had to keep pushed down. It doesn’t feel bad or weird, but I am aware that they are there and waiting.

“That’s great,” she said, but her voice warbled, giving away her true emotions.

I sat up and moved closer to her, hoping she would tell me what’s going on. Thankfully, I didn’t have to pry or wait long for her to let it all out.

“It really is great, but I suck at it. No one would know that because my pheromones are weak. I can’t bury them, I can’t control them, and even what I have is shit—no, I won’t apologize for cussing. It’s all shitty.” A tear ran down her cheek, and she quickly wiped it away. “I’m not good enough to take over for my dad even if I wanted to. And what if I found my true mates? What would they think of me? Or what if I don’t, and no one accepts me for the powerless Omega I am?” More tears came, but she let them flow freely now.

At times like this, I wished I could speak. It would be so much easier to explain that her mates wouldn’t care and anyone that truly loved her wouldn’t either. Writing it down felt so dull and emotionless. I’d even take having my second arm so I could sign it all. It was a language fueled by emotion, so I knew she’d understand every bit of what I had to say underneath it all.

I didn’t have either of those options though, so I settled for what I could do. Pulling my notebook away from her, I started writing. By the end, it felt like I was scribbling out nonsense, but I hoped she understood it.

Do you think I’m broken or less of an Omega because I wasn’t born into this world? Do you think less of me because I cannot wield the powers that I have? I don’t need you to answer because we both know it’s a no. You would never judge me. Even if I wasn’t an Omega, you would still love me for me. Anyone who is truly meant to be in your life won’t care what you can do with your abilities. They will only care about who you are as a person, and that person is kind and funny and bossy and strong in ways that other people could never imagine.

Never let someone make you feel like less than you are. If they do, I will bitch-slap them for you or accidentally dump a pot of boiling coffee onto their lap. Or both. Your choice.

Your mates, true or chosen, will love you no matter what because that’s what being a mate means. They are your partners in life.

They will also think they have downfalls. All good people do because it means we realize that perfection is not the goal or attainable. We are simply who we are, and who we are deserves love and happiness.

Don’t doubt yourself because the Primarchy has set standards in a world that is corrupt. Doubt them, and raise yourself above their pompous asses.

And if you’re going to be insecure about something, it should be something stupid like nail polish color or a bra strap peeking out. Things that don’t actually matter and can be brushed off in two seconds.

If you ever doubt yourself again, save this or have me rehash this whole thing. I will do it anytime you need it.

Ellie finished reading and collapsed into me, wrapping her arms around me and hugging me close.

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