Page 8 of Nanny Omega

The agent shifted in her seat, turning her attention back to Ersa. “Are you ready to meet Benjn?”

“Yes,” Ersa said.

“I’ll get him,” Master Quin said, rising and striding out.

The moment he left, Ersa exhaled, finally taking his first real breath since stepping into the house.

“That went well,” the agent said, her broad smile a clear sign of relief. “You were so nervous I thought you might freeze up completely, but you looked so relaxed and poised. You handled that perfectly.”

“Thank you,” Ersa said, though tension coiled in his chest. The hardest part was still ahead—winning over the cub. Benjn held his future in his tiny hands.

As if summoned by his thoughts, Master Quin returned, a maid cradling a small bundle in her arms. Ersa’s breath hitched at the sight of the fragile little cub. His small frame looked almost too delicate, and atop his head blazed a tangle of fiery curls—just like his dad’s.

Ersa’s heart clenched, memories crashing over him.

Mika.

The ache he had tried to bury for three years surged, raw and suffocating.

The cub clung to the maid, his tiny fingers gripping her clothing as if she were his lifeline. His face remained hidden against her chest, his fragile body trembling. Master Quin reached for him, but the cub whimpered, shrinking back, clutching the maid even tighter.

With a heavy sigh, Master Quin stepped aside, giving the cub space. Slowly, the trembling eased, but the little one stayed curled in the maid’s embrace, unwilling to let go.

Ersa sprang to his feet, reaching for the cub before he had a chance to think it through. “Oh… my sweet baby,” Ersa cooed softly, cradling Benjn against his chest. The cub felt so light, as if he weighed nothing. Tears prickled his eyes as the ache inside his chest eased a little. Emotions surged to the surface, making him feel alive in a way he hadn’t for years. It felt like coming home, like it used to be.

“Aww… I think he likes you,” the agent said gently, stepping closer and breaking through the haze. Ersa glanced around to find everyone looking at him.

Shit. He shouldn’t have snatched the cub from the maid so abruptly, but the surge of his omega instincts had overwhelmed him, a primal, protective force igniting deep within his chest, demanding he hold the little one close.

“You think so?” Ersa asked, staring at Benjn to cover up for his blunder. Benjn reached up and gently touched Ersa’s cheek, drawing soft, swooning sounds from the maid and the agent. The cub’s delighted smile warmed Ersa’s heart, prompting him to lean down and press a tender kiss to his rosy cheek.

“It’s settled, then,” Master Quin announced. “What comes next?”

“Ersa will still need to complete a medical examination, and if everything checks out, we’ll proceed with signing the contract and officially filing the paperwork with the Council of Alphas,” the agent explained. “Once that’s done, Ersa will move in. Shortly after, an officer from the Council will visit to formalize everything.”

“Okay,” Master Quin replied curtly. With a brief nod to the maid, he strode toward the door. The maid stepped closer to Ersa, her hands outstretched to take Benjn. Benjn screamed the instant the maid touched him, the sound piercing and desperate.

“Oh, baby… it’s okay… it’s okay,” Ersa murmured, his voice soft and soothing as he tried to hand the cub over. But Benjn’s cries only grew louder, his small body twisting in distress as he clung to him. Ersa’s chest tightened, tears stinging his eyes. He couldn’t bring himself to wrench the poor thing away from him; it felt wrong. “What do I do?” Ersa asked sheepishly.

An uncomfortable silence hung in the air as everyone exchanged glances.

“Does he have to go?” Master Quin asked. “I don’t think I can take hearing my cub’s screams any longer. Is there anything that can be done?”

The agent glanced between Ersa and Master Quin, looking uncertain. “Well, it’s…”

“Tell me what needs to happen to keep the omega here today,” Master Quin interrupted, his tone firm, almost menacing. “There must be a way, right?”

The agent hesitated, clearly weighing her words. “As long as Ersa agrees, I suppose we can make an exception. Benjn seems… unusually attached to him.”

“Will you take the job, starting now, Ersa?” Master Quin asked.

“I…” Ersa stammered, flustered.

“You’ll be coming back here soon enough. Let’s make it easier on Benjn,” Master Quin interrupted.

“I don’t have any clothes. And my things are at the commune. I need…”

“I’ll send someone to buy you clothes for tonight, and your things will be brought to you as soon as it can be arranged,” Master Quin interrupted again, his voice hard and a little intimidating.

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