Page 7 of Nanny Omega

It’s going to be fine. He drew slow, measured breaths in an attempt to ease the knot tightening in his stomach.

“Can you tell me more about him?” Ersa asked, his voice laced with a nervous edge. If he knew more about the alpha, maybe he would feel less nervous.

“Who? Benjn?” the agent asked. “He’s three months old. There isn’t much to tell.”

“No, I meant Master Quin,” Ersa clarified.

The agent gave him a strange look, and Ersa’s stomach tightened further.

Shouldn’t he ask about the alpha?

He was about to move into his house, live under the same roof—shouldn’t he at least know something about him? It had taken months for Ersa to agree to bond with Mason, even though his parents had chosen him. Meeting new people was never easy. It had always been that way, ever since he could remember, but Mason somehow reached him… reached his heart.

Ersa bit his bottom lip, trying to stifle the ache spreading through him. Losing his alpha and cub should have gotten easier by now, but it hadn’t. Every day was a battle to keep going, and sometimes, he wondered why he even tried. Mason and Mika had been his world.

“I’ll admit, things weren’t handled in the usual way with this alpha. Normally, he would’ve come to our offices to meet you. Once he gave his approval, you would have undergone a thorough medical examination to ensure everything was in order. But…” The agent shrugged. “He prefers to do things his own way. It’s probably for the best. This way, you can meet Benjn, see if there’s a connection between you and the cub. That’s what matters in the end.”

“True,” Ersa muttered sadly, memories of his cub nipping at the edges of his mind. Master Quin’s house was located far outside the capital, giving Ersa precious time to wrestle his emotions back under control. The scenic view helped. It wasn’t every day he got to see something so breathtaking. The capital’s sprawling skyscrapers and paved walkways weren’t much to look at, and after spending three years confined to the commune house, Ersa had almost forgotten how beautiful Arhu could be.

Pressing his face to the glass, he drank in the sight of rolling green hills and vibrant wildflowers swaying in the breeze. For a moment, the weight on his shoulders lifted, and he allowed himself to get lost in the view.

But too soon, the pod slowed, pulling him back to reality as they approached a towering iron gate. The gate slid open, revealing a long, paved driveway. And when the pod came to a stop before an expansive, multileveled estate, surrounded by lush greenery and curved walkways that whispered wealth, he could barely breathe, his chest tightening with awe.

“Are you ready?” the agent asked, her tone encouraging. Ersa nodded. “Good,” she said with a reassuring smile before pressing the doorbell.

When the door slid open, Ersa’s heart stopped. He’d imagined a maid or butler would greet them, as was typical in wealthy households. Instead, he found himself staring at Master Quin.

Ersa didn’t know how he knew it was him; he just knew. The alpha’s sharp grey eyes locked onto him, cool and unyielding, and his towering frame encased in a crisp white shirt and black pants filled the doorway, a thick braid of fiery red hair cascading over his shoulder, its strands gleaming like molten copper under the light. He possessed a striking face, with sharp features and a presence that was heavy, impossible to ignore.

Oh… Why did he have to be an aggressive alpha? Ersa swallowed hard. It shouldn’t matter… but after the Deltta Kohle scandal, everyone was wary of aggressive alphas. Even if he was monitored and medicated, living with one wasn’t a decision to take lightly.

Not that he thought Master Quin would hurt him. But he’d only met one aggressive alpha before—Jun’s mate—and that had been brief, right after their bonding ceremony. Everything else he knew came from the media, which painted them as nothing more than instinct-driven creatures, ruled by aggression rather than reason.

“Master Quin, I hope we didn’t keep you waiting,” the agent said, immediately dropping into a submissive stance. Her head lowered, hands folded in front of her and her tone soft.

Ersa wasn’t surprised. He felt the same pull. Master Quin wasn’t his alpha—not yet—but the sheer force of his presence made Ersa want to submit.

“No. You’re right on time,” Master Quin said, his gaze still on Ersa with an intensity that made his pulse race.

Ersa resisted the overwhelming urge to step back—or worse, hide behind the agent. He was here to work for the alpha, not cower like a frightened cub. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he forced a smile onto his lips, though it felt tight.

“Come in,” Master Quin said, stepping aside to let them enter.

“Thank you,” the agent replied smoothly,

Relax. The whole point was to get the job, not to fall apart like a fragile piece of glass, Ersa told himself as he sat down on one of the couches Master Quin had indicated. The alpha took a seat across from him, his piercing eyes following Ersa’s every move.

It reminded him of the time Mason had dragged him to an animal sanctuary. Ersa had gone reluctantly, uneasy about animals being confined for their entertainment. The visit had been fine—until they reached the male okie exhibit. The creature paced behind the barrier, a massive, tiger-like beast with shimmering red and gold fur that caught the light like molten metal. Two black horns jutted from the center of its skull, curving back around its pointed ears. Its snout was short but broad, and when it yawned, it revealed a gaping maw lined with two jagged rows of razor-sharp teeth. The creature’s red eyes had locked onto him instantly, its predatory focus piercing through the glass and forcefield as if they weren’t there. The suffocating intensity had left him frozen, heart pounding.

Sitting across from Master Quin felt eerily similar. That same predatory energy radiated from the alpha, pressing down on Ersa like an invisible weight. He dropped his gaze, unable to meet Master Quin’s eyes.

“I think we should get the formal introductions out of the way first, before Ersa meets Benjn. Master Quin, do you have any questions for Ersa?”

“No,” Master Quin said curtly. “My opinion doesn’t matter. The omega won’t be spending time with me—Benjn will decide.”

“Ah… yes… of course. I just thought—” the agent began but cut herself off with an awkward laugh. The sound was thin, forced, like she was trying to dispel the thick tension in the room. It didn’t work.

Ersa couldn’t blame her—being around Master Quin was overwhelming. Aggressive alphas like him needed an off switch, something to give others a chance to breathe.

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