Page 104 of Wild Omega

Callisto grins. “As my client instructs.”

I’m gonna get a numb ass sitting here for hours. I thrust my chair back and boost myself onto the big oval table before flopping down on my back with my arm thrown up behind my head. “Begin.”

Callisto chuckles and clears his throat. “This employment contract (Agreement), along with the standard terms and conditions (Terms) is made effective—”

Yeah, this is gonna take a while. But it’s not so bad lying here. Callisto’s voice is easy to listen to, and his unique scent fills my nose. I could get used to this.

Chapter forty-three

Red

Turns out, Callisto’s damn good at his job. Once the contract’s signed, the other pieces of my life fall into place quickly—except for my missing alpha and the painful headaches. Callisto puts a ton of pressure on the Center, saying they’re stopping me from accessing my paid employment and the moment they mention my “mental health concerns” he fires back with a tirade on captivity disorders complete with examples of survivors who’ve thrived after leaving the official systems.

And just in case they still wanted to cross him, my lawyer signs me up with a world-famous independent therapist. While both Samantha and Dr Woods keep their professional masks in place, I can feel their frustration mounting every time we meet. Not bad people—just ones who are out of their depth with an omega like me.

The icing on the cake comes when Rickon gets officially approved as my pack alpha. With one catch: we have to live at Callisto’s house because he has a nest.

Fuck the nest.

The uptight staff disagree with me. I also sign an agreement that says if I don’t show up for my independent therapy, I’ll have to come back to live here at the Center.

It’s past time I bust out of here for good. Director Yun wants to start table reads onOmega’s Race; I need to learn to ride a horse, not to mention my lines; and I’m not going to find my final alpha while stuck in this giant cage.

And it’s like a cosmic clock ticks away in my head, because even without looking at a calendar I know my heat’s close and I sure as shit ain’t doing another one of those here in the Center.

Whatever it takes to get Dr Woods to release me, I’ll sign up for. I’ve told her enough bullshit that she’s not even sure what to believe. I wrote an apology letter to Samantha for threatening her and her family during my last heat. Tick enough boxes in my sweet Daisy character and they’ll let me go. Callisto’s made sure of it.

The doctor in question pulls off her glasses and rests a knuckle on the bridge of her nose. “What makes you think the next heat will be different, Red?”

I smile prettily—that’s a real thing, I’ve discovered. An omega’s smile goes a long way around here. “Well, we’ve discussed and roleplayed so many things, but I think the main difference is that I’ll have my alpha with me. I’m sure I told you that Rickon went into rut during our first meeting. I didn’t feel scared or overpowered at all. I guess pheromones play a bigger role than I knew. His scent calms me so much.”

And it will all mean nothing when the heat fever grips me, but she doesn’t need confirmation on that.

I fold my hands neatly in my lap, playing at demure. “I was scared when I came here. I hadn’t had any positive sexual experiences.” Tone it down, Red. Too far in one direction and the scales tilt out of my favor. “But I know there’ll still be challenges.”

I look down and fiddle with my skirt. “Like you said, I gotta admit my vulnerability when I’m in heat, but I always feel safe with Rickon.”

Even when fucking him in the Omega Center visitor room. Especially then. That’s the hardest grin to swallow down when I really want to gloat.

“Oh, one more thing,” I say, brightening. “I want to get in touch with Rose, the omega who escaped the fight rings. I think she and I went through some similar things, so she might have some good tips for me.” One topic I don’t have to fake. I really do want to see how Rose is doing.

Dr Woods beams. “That’s a lovely idea. I’ll get her number for you.”

“Thanks.”

The doc taps her pen against her notepaper. “And what can you do when you feel the darkness rising during your heat?”

I hum for a moment as I think, and then count the options off on my fingers. “Deep breathing. Ask for some music. Cold shower.”

“Cool, not cold.”

“Cool shower,” I agree hastily. “Stay in well-lit spaces and take sedatives if needed.” Like hell I’ll use the needle they’re supplying, but they do have some nifty suppressants that should give me a few hours of relief. Apparently it’s designed to help omegas get home if they go into heat out in public.

Dr Woods smiles and nods. “And you can always call us for help. In fact, your alpha has been instructed to do so at the first sign of distress.”

I clench my teeth and smile thinly. As if I’ll be calling their dumb asses to come put out my fire. I’ll figure something out, like I always have. I hold her gaze, putting on my best puppy dog eyes.

“Oh, stop it,” she chides, flapping one hand loosely through the air. “Yes, you’ve worked really hard. I’ll sign off on your release.”

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