Page 64 of The Wronged Omega

“It’s… not good but not because of the flavor. Flavor wise, it really works, but the texture is all wrong. Maybe a creamy chipotle sauce. I’ll have to try that next time.”

We all fell into comfortable conversation about what sauce worked with salmon and which ones didn’t, and we all agreed that a salmon and sauce taste test would need to be held at some point. Of course, there was also some debate about the best way to make salmon and if certain sauces worked with specific cooking styles but not others.

It felt like a normal night again, and a part of me was at peace, but one thing was grating on my mind. Vaila was not responding to either of us, and I hated to admit that I was getting worried. Part of it was for her safety, but the main part was for Mine’s. We had enough bandages for now and could easily get more, but I knew she was worried about the curse and showing signs of a heat without suppressants to manage it.

I drank the rest of my lemonade before grabbing my phone and texting Vaila again. Cy and I had taken turns pestering her over the last few days to no avail. This time, though, the three little dots appeared seconds before she messaged me back, stating that she would be by soon and getting one of the ingredients was harder than anticipated. She was a busy person, and I knew that, but something didn’t feel right.

Vaila knew how important this was and what it could mean for the community, but I also didn’t know who her other clients were. She was well loved, and the council seemed to rely on her to some extent despite their opinions about Witches.

I took another bite of my salmon and brushed it off for now. Vaila had never given us any reason to suspect her, but I wouldn’t make the same mistake that my father did with Lucinda. Blind faith would not be in my repertoire.

Vaila would have to go over everything she gave us so I could watch for any tells that she was lying. Meeting Mine gave me a small bout of regret for my past, but I knew Vaila well enough to know if she was hiding something, and that made up for it.

I didn’t know exactly where this anxiety was coming from, but I trusted my gut and wasn’t going to risk anything happening to Mine again. She had already been through too much, and we still had so much to make up for.

After dinner, Mine showed us her nest. It all came together so well, and I couldn’t wait for her to get her hands on the other rooms. She made it all look effortless. Everything merged with the new style and the old. There wasn’t much we could do about the base cabin aesthetic, but Mine didn’t seem to have a problem with that since her style leaned more nature based.

A piece of me settled at being in here with Cy and Mine. Everything was falling into place and couldn’t wait to see what the future brought us.

Cy plopped down into one of the beanbag chairs and relaxed into it. She was the reason we had the others to begin with.

Ellie and Mine jumped on the bed and started showing us the different pillows. My favorite was the little bumble bee that sat up front. I let out a sigh of relief, knowing this was done and Mine had a place to call her own.

Her behavior had definitely changed recently. She was a little more… not childish per se, but in that realm. I wondered why that was, but it would make sense with her Omega side coming out and her past trauma needing to heal. She needed to have childish moments with someone who behaved at a similar age, which was Ellie. She had her moments of seeming younger, but compared to other teenagers, Ellie was far above them, so they met in the middle at times. Other times, it was definitely more older sister and younger sister with a few of them even feeling like mother and daughter due to Mine’s past forcing her to grow up far more quickly than anyone should have to.

Their bond was special, and I was so thankful that Ellie had someone like Mine in her life and vice versa. I only wished they had some friends that truly were their own age and were going through similar things, but that wasn’t possible. No one was going through what Mine was, and few people were going through what Ellie was. Even if we found someone to befriend Ellie, they’d be dragged into our other nonsense and might spill our secrets.

Until things settled and Mine was fully settled into being an Omega, this was how it had to be.

I’ll be right back. I realized what this place needs.

Mine shoved her notebook at me as she walked out the door before returning a few minutes later with a pillow she had brought up from her room where we had been sleeping. I quirked a brow at Cy, wondering if this was a sign of a coming heat or Mine being an Omega who likes smelling her Alphas.

It wasn’t enough to panic yet and demand Vaila get her shit together, but I would feel a lot better if we had all the supplies now.

Mine took back the notebook and wrote, Can we set up a TV in here and have a movie night?

“If you want us in your space for that long, yes, we can make that happen.”

“What are we up to now?” Cy asked, standing up. She would have to be careful in here. The fabric brushed the top of her head even with her shoulders slumped over to give her some head room.

“Movie night in the nest.” I shrugged. It wasn’t the worst idea to break it in. Our scents would be all over the place, and she’d feel more comfortable here in the long run.

Cy and I got to work, creating a makeshift movie room along with popcorn and some other snacks. No one was super hungry because we had just finished dinner, but popcorn was a must. I made multiple bowls loaded with butter and salt.

Halfway through the movie—a rom com about how to get a guy to break up with you—Vaila messaged us. She was outside with everything we had been waiting for.

“You two stay here. Vaila is dropping off the supplies. We shouldn’t be long.” I kissed the top of Mine’s head and headed for the door with Cy copying my movements.

Mine, however, also followed along.

Neither of us said anything, and we also weren’t surprised when Ellie showed up behind us as well.

We opened the front door, greeting Vaila as a group.

“Come in,” I said, eyeing the large box she had in her hands.

As she walked by, she handed it over with a smile. “How is everything going? How’s your arm, Mine?”

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