Page 17 of Broken Harmony
I just hope she’s happy. I hope she’s okay. That whatever might come from her life, she doesn’t regret it.
And if she chooses one day to leave her parents' cult and come find me, I know I’ll welcome her with open arms.
Because no matter what, no matter who I end up with, wherever life takes me, she will never leave my heart. She owns a piece of it and always will until my very last breath.
Chapter 4
Whimpering, I wrap my arms around my waist, rolling onto my stomach. The pain isn’t too bad, like a dull cramp, but it’s still uncomfortable.
What the hell is going on? Did I eat something I shouldn’t have?Fuck, the last thing I need on my birthday is food poisoning.
The guys have this whole day planned. And I’m supposed to have a birthday breakfast with my uncle. Who wants to spend their eighteenth birthday sitting on the toilet?
When the cramp passes, I let out a breath and roll onto my back again. Stretching out, I groan as a wave of dizziness hits me.
“What the fuck?” I whine, blinking my sleepy eyes up at the ceiling. I feel gross. Like maybe I’m about to get the flu? “No,” I moan, rolling over again, burying my face into the pillow. “We’re not getting sick!” I shout.
My eyes snap open as I feel a gush of something leave me and fill my panties. Horror hits me, and I’m scrambling to my feet, rushing to the bathroom attached to my bedroom, scared I either just unknowingly pissed myself, or worse, shit myself.
But when I sit on the toilet and look down, I see... an almost clear, white-ish substance... a lot of it.
And then the scent hits me. Peppermint cheesecake.Huh. Well, fuck. I know exactly what this is.Slick.
“So I’m an Omega,” I murmur, staring way too long at the sticky white substance. Letting out a deep breath, I lean back against the toilet and close my eyes.
I knew I was going to present any day, but why did it have to be exactly on my birthday? Isn’t there normally like a week-long window when it could happen?
After I’m confident enough to stand, I change out of my sleep clothes and go to my bedroom to grab something to change into.
There’s a trickle of slick that keeps leaking, almost like if I were a Beta or an Alpha, I’d have my period. But instead of blood, it’s slick.
While the smell is a lot more pleasant, I’m sure, I know that it’s going to cause issues if I don’t find a way to mask this a little bit right now.
I’ve been meaning to go out and grab regular pads and scent-blocking ones just so I was prepared for whatever I might present as, but I’ve been so busy the past week with signing contracts and working out schedules for my upcoming album that I’ve hardly had the time to do anything but move into my uncle’s place.
There was no point in living in the hotel long term, and I didn’t feel ready to move out on my own officially yet. When he offered to let me come stay with him again, I took him up on his offer.
After having a much-needed cold shower to wash off the clammy feeling, I get out and dry off. Letting the towel drop to the ground, I take a moment to look at my body in the mirror. There aren’t many changes, but I see some. My breasts are a little bigger, and my tanned skin is almost glowing, but it’s the feelings raging war within me that says it all.
When you present, there are little to no changes on the outside, but on the inside, your DNA is shifting into something new. I feel like I want to cry, to scream, to find a big Alpha and bury my face into his chest, to have him hold me and tell me everything is going to be okay.
Tears sting the back of my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. This isn’t a bad thing. I’m not upset that I’m an Omega. I knew I had an equal chance to be any of the three, and I have no issues with any designation. I have an Omega for a mom who madesure to let me know everything there is to know about being an Omega, in addition to what I’ve learned in school.
What sucks the most is that I’m exactly what Lulu’s parents hate. Bisexual and an Omega. If I wasn’t allowed around her before, I sure as hell wouldn't be now.
I keep wondering what her designation is. And keep praying it’s a Beta.
Omegas run the packs, and Betas are good to have in packs. She’d fit in. I’d make sure of it.
“Get ahold of yourself, Ally,” I groan, rubbing at my sore eyes. “She’s not going to be in your stupid non-existent pack. She doesn’t want you.”
Trying not to let the pain in my chest get to me, I get dressed and do my best to shove a ton of tissues between my legs, hoping it does the trick until I can go to the store.
“There she is!” my uncle says with a cheery smile as I step into the kitchen. “The birthday.... “ His eyes widen as his nose twitches. “Girl. Holy shit, Ally. You're an Omega.”
“You can tell from all the way over there, huh?” I grumble, taking a seat at the table.
“Seeing how your perfume is coming off you in waves, I’ve got to say yes.”
