Page 22 of Conflicting Lyrics
Yes, I grew up in a normal-sized house, but since becoming an Omega, I’ve gotten used to the little place I made my home.
It’s yet another new thing to explore, and I can’t think too much about it until I’ve given it a chance.
The Dean tells me about the workings of their school and a matching program they offer, where Omegas can have a chance at finding a single pack to either court them or to just help them through heats.
I politely declined being added to the program. Like I said before, finding mates isn’t something I’m looking for right now. As for my heat, I have lots of toys sitting in my online cart, waiting for me to press order.
The idea of having strangers help me in such a vulnerable moment makes me nervous. I’m not expecting to find true love before I have sex, but I’d at least like to know the pack before I take that step. And a month isn’t enough time for my comfort.But who knows, I could do one solo heat, have the worst time, and say fuck it, give me all the dicks.
What do I know? Every time I think I've got this Omega thing under control, life laughs in my face with a big fuck you.
My biggest downfall is slick. I don’t get all horny for any person, but when it’s someone who manages to affect me, everyone around me knows.
I seem to have a thing for tattooed, muscled men and sexy, confident women. Alpha, Beta, Omega, doesn’t matter.
There's one person who always seems to get me going, with just one look at a photo of her online or the sound of her voice on the radio, and I have an instant slip-n-slide between my legs.
Honestly, at this point, I have a very unhealthy obsession with Ally. Her music is all I listen to, her shows or movies are the only things I watch. My social media is filled with her posts.
I’ve been following her career from the very beginning. And every time I think of her, see her, or hear her, a part of me aches. But I do it anyway. Maybe it’s my inability to forgive myself for being the reason I lost her in the first place, or maybe I’m just so hopelessly in love and lost for this woman that I can’t give her up.
I’m gonna go with a bit of both.
After leaving the Dean’s office, Rick takes me down to the Omega compound and shows me to my apartment.
There are three compounds, one for Alphas, Betas, and Omegas. Each are behind secured walls with rules specific to each designation. They also have houses just for Omegas who take on temp packs for heats. Then they have pack and staff housing; they are not behind any walls, just out and about like a normal neighborhood.
It’s honestly a very well-thought-out system. I’m impressed.
Knowing that only Omegas and Betas can come within the Omega compound adds a huge sense of safety that eases mymind. Not that I’ve had a bad experience with an Alpha before, but it’s nice to know that when an Omega is in heat, there's no way an Alpha can interfere during vulnerable moments.
I’ve always felt safe at the center, but there were almost no Omegas past the age when they come into heat. At least not at that center. So the likelihood of a feral Alpha was slim. Not that there were even many Alphas at the center to begin with.
After Rick helps me bring in my bags, he gives me his number and tells me to call him if I need anything and not to leave the compound on my own. I am free to explore within the walls, and he mentioned a pond with some walking trails. I’ve always wanted to go for runs in the mornings. There just wasn’t enough space at the center. They had gyms, but it’s not the same as feeling the warm sun on your face and the breeze against your skin.
“Not bad,” I murmur to myself, standing in the middle of my new living room.
I spent the last ten minutes checking the place out. It’s mostly furnished, but I think I’d like to add a few of my own personal touches.
Unpacking is not something I want to do right now, so I grab my suitcase, a metal one with all the items from my old nest, and head into the room that will be converted into my new one.
This room is smaller than the others, with a brand new bed that’s still in its plastic on the floor, a small dresser in the corner, and a mini fridge beside it. Both still with the price tags. Everything’s new.Perfect.
Smiling, I let out a squeal of excitement. I spend the next hour making this space mine the best I can, and by the time I’m done, it’s nearly perfect.
Stepping back, I bite my lower lip as I take in the room. Something is missing, but I’m not sure what.
My eyes widen before running out to my carry-on bag. Getting to my knees, I open it up and pull out a plastic bag.
“Can’t forget about you,” I murmur, pulling a stuffed bunny out.
Wanna know how pathetic and borderline unwell I am?
Six months ago, Ally did a fundraiser to help an LGBTQ+ charity. It started out with a concert, which I watched online, but it ended with an auction of some of her personal items.
One of them was this bunny. Let’s just say the amount of money I spent took three years of savings from my job at the center, making me so damn thankful that Calling Wood gives their students allowances, or otherwise, I’d be broke as a joke.
But the fact is, I won it. Even better, it smells just like her.
