Page 34 of Nanny Omega

He was just his employer.

Those nights together didn’t mean anything.

It shouldn’t mean anything.

Ersa rocked Benjn gently against his chest, the cub’s warm weight a welcome distraction. To his relief, he drifted off without fuss. Carefully, he laid Benjn in the crib, brushing a gentle hand over his tiny head before retreating to his own bed.

He curled onto his side, forcing his eyes shut, willing his mind to quiet. But sleep remained elusive. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t stop thinking about the omega walking out that door. Or the fact that Master Quin still hadn’t come to the nursery.

Where was he? Ersa asked himself as he turned onto his side, then his back, then his stomach, but no position eased the restless feeling coiling inside him. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to sleep, but the empty space beside him was too much of a distraction.

Fuck, why?

He’d been alone for three long years. He’d learned how to live without any comfort, without any alpha’s touch. But now… now, the emptiness felt heavier than it ever had before. A lump rose in his throat, and before he could stop it, a single tear slipped down his cheek. He wiped it away impatiently, frustration bubbling up alongside the ache in his chest.

Why was he feeling like this? Why now?

The questions circled in his mind with no answers, leaving him restless and hollow. Knowing sleep wouldn’t come, Ersa threw back the covers and climbed out of bed. The cool floor beneath his bare feet sent a little shiver through him as he padded down the hall and into the dimly lit cooking station.

He moved on instinct, opening the cupboard and pulling out a plate. His hands found the remaining starberry crumble squares, and he set one onto the plate. The sweet-tart scent wafted up, but even the comforting aroma did little to ease the tension knotting his stomach.

On impulse, he picked up the plate and headed back upstairs.

The house was silent, shadows stretching long and soft along the walls. Ersa walked slowly down the hall, his pulse quickening with every step. When he reached the door to Master Quin’s office, he stopped. The warm, muted light spilling from beneath the door made his stomach flutter with nerves. His fingers tightened around the plate, and he swallowed hard, suddenly unsure of himself. The courage that had brought him this far began to slip away, leaving him frozen and uncertain.

What was he even doing here?

I’m so lonely, Ersa answered himself. He raised his fist to knock, but before his knuckles could brush the metal, the door slid open. Ersa found himself face-to-face with Hicks, the older alpha’s expression tense and impatient.

Ersa blinked, confusion knitting his brow. “Where is—?”

“You should go to bed,” Hicks interrupted sharply, stepping into the hallway. He moved quickly, his stride brisk. “He’s not here right now.”

But something in Hicks’s demeanor set Ersa on edge. Without thinking, he rushed after him, his heart pounding. “Did something happen?” he demanded, grabbing Hicks’s arm to stop him. “Tell me. If something’s happened to my alpha, you can’t just keep me in the dark. I need to know.”

Hicks grimaced, his impatience barely restrained. “Nothing bad happened. He’s in heat,” he said in a low voice, his eyes flicking around the empty hallway as if afraid of being overheard. “And I need to find him another service omega, or he’s going to have my head.”

Ersa froze, the words hitting him like a physical blow. “He’s in heat?” he echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. So, the omega he’d seen earlier was a service omega.

Why did he leave?

“That’s what I said,” Hicks said. “Now, please—I have to go before he comes looking for his service omega.” Without another word, Hicks pulled away and hurried off.

But Ersa didn’t move. He stood there, his heart thundering against his ribs, his mind spinning. He shouldn’t follow. He knew that. It wasn’t his place.

And yet his feet carried him forward, silent and determined, following Hicks’s path. When the other alpha finally slipped into a room—the guest room, the very one where Master Quin had helped Ersa through his heat—Ersa waited, his breath held tight in his chest.

Minutes passed, long and unbearable, before Hicks finally emerged again and disappeared down the hall without noticing Ersa’s presence.

The hallway was deathly quiet, and the weight of what Ersa was about to do settled heavily on his shoulders. But his body moved of its own accord. Step by step, he approached the door, his hand shaky as he pressed it over the access panel. He took a deep breath as the door slid open.

Master Quin’s scent hit him first, warm, rich, and intoxicating. It wrapped around him, dizzying and dangerous, setting every nerve ending on fire. And then his eyes found Master Quin.

The alpha was sprawled across the bed, his long, fiery hair tousled against the pillows, his chest rising and falling in shallow, ragged breaths. His skin glistened with sweat, his face flushed with heat, as his hips rocked, fucking into the handheld fantasy hole pleasuring bot. Its round, plump cheeks shimmered with a glossy sheen of the lubricant he’d used to ease his way in. The quiet of the room was broken only by the slow, wet sounds of his thrusts, each movement measured and snappy, the moist squelch filling the air.

Ersa stood frozen in the doorway, his throat dry and his heart pounding so hard it hurt. He knew he should leave. He should turn around and walk away.

But he couldn’t take his eyes off Master Quin. As if drawn by some unseen force, Master Quin turned, slowly, deliberately, and fixed him with fierce and molten eyes, searing through the space between them with an intensity that made the air feel heavier.

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