Page 18 of Broken Harmony
“Lovely,” I whine, putting my forehead against the table. “Just how I want to spend my birthday.”
I hear him move over to my side, taking a seat next to me. “How are you doing, kiddo?” he asks, rubbing my back. I sigh heavily and sit up.
“I feel weird? A little crampy, but nothing too crazy.”
He nods his head. “It can often feel like the flu. It can be worse for others. But you seem to be having a better reaction.”
“I’m hoping it doesn’t get any worse. At least not today. The guys have plans.”
“I’m sure you can all do something another day.”
I shake my head. “Nope. I’m not letting this ruin my birthday. I’m just going to go out and get some scent-blocking products and power through.”
Chase grins, lifting an eyebrow. “I think that might be a good idea. Seeing how you're about to be around three Alphas.”
My eyes widen. “I’m not going to want to fuck them, am I?” I’ve messed around with a handful of people over the years, but I’ve never gone all the way. I’m still a virgin, and I plan on staying that way until I find the right person. Or until my first heat. Whatever comes first. I sure as hell don’t want to jump into bed with guys I see as family.
He snorts out a laugh. “Ah, I’m not sure. But I wouldn’t be surprised if the urge is there. But unless you're going into heat, those men should be able to control themselves,” he growls. “Even then, consent is key.”
I roll my eyes. “They’re not going to jump my bones. They don’t see me that way.”
“Doesn’t matter, Ally. Our instincts overpower everything. Your body isn’t going to care if you don’t see them romantically. It’s an Omega seeing a pack of Alphas. No, not every Alpha has an effect on an Omega. And not every Alpha or Omega wants to jump each other’s bones, but the primal urges are there more than not.”
“So you’re telling me I’m going to want to fuck my best friends even if I don’t like them that way?” I ask, raising a brow.
Chase groans, rubbing his hand over his face. “This is not the conversation I thought I’d be having with my eighteen-year-old niece.”
“Welp, you're an Omega, buddy. And my uncle. So help me!”
He chuckles. “You're going to be okay. It’s not the end of the world. Have you called your mom?”
My eyes widen. “Shit. No, I haven’t.”
“Eat first.” He nods towards the pancakes and bacon. “Then call your parents and fill them in.”
Because my stomach speaks for me right now, I do as he says and scarf down the plate of food, trying my best to have a casual conversation with my uncle about my plans for my birthday, while inside I’m kind of freaking out about what this is going to mean for my future.
Is this going to affect how the world sees me as an artist?
Omegas are well respected in this world, cherished really. They can be anything they set their minds to. But there are still a lot of people who see Omegas as overly sensitive and weak. They think we let our emotions get the better of us.
“Hey, my sweet girl!” Mom’s voice sounds excited, filling the other end of the line. “Happy birthday!”
“Happy birthday, baby girl!” my dads all echo somewhere in the background.
“You're on speaker by the way,” Mom fills me in.
“Thanks.” I laugh. “And perfect. Because I need to tell you all something.”
“Oh?”
“I presented,” I tell them.
“You did?” my dad, Calvin, asks, sounding excited. “And?”
“I’m an Omega.”
“Really?” Mom gasps. “Oh, honey. That's so exciting! How do you feel about it?”
