Page 5 of My Omega's Baby
Chapter Two
Wyatt
It bugged me sometimes that our modern society was so different now. In the past, alphas had ruled everything. We’d been the only ones in charge, and omegas had been second to us. But now omegas were allowed to advance as quickly as their skills could move them forward. They were even sometimes promoted ahead of alphas.
It was hard for me to accept the new ways when an omega was as cocky as Blade. Yes, he was excellent at his job, but his attitude grated on me. That was why I’d stupidly let him get the best of my temper a few hours ago. I needed to hold my anger in better and let him think he was in control. Maybe then he’d be less of an asshole.
Maybe.
He’d hidden in his room since we’d had words. I was glad I didn’t have to see him, but my stomach growled as dinnertime approached. I felt weird about riffling through his kitchen in search of food, but I also didn’t enjoy the idea of starving. I hated having to rely on Blade for anything. I was usually the one in control, and this situation was ridiculous.
When Blade walked into the room, I schooled my face so that I didn’t show any angry emotions. He wore shorts and a T-shirt, and his casual attire took me by surprise. I’d never seen him in anything but his work clothes, and my gaze roamed his lean tanned legs and his muscled biceps. He had a much nicer body than I’d have suspected. When I realized I was basically checking him out, I looked away, embarrassed by my overly curious scrutiny of his body.
His voice was stiff as he spoke. “Since this is your first night here, I’m going to cook us dinner. I think it’s safer than ordering in or going out.”
“Agreed.” Ordering takeout could sometimes give things away. If you normally placed small deliveries and all of a sudden you were ordering a lot more food, anyone watching could catch on you had company. Neither of us had really had time to figure this situation out yet, and we needed a night to get a game plan in place.
He stood in front of me, his hands on his narrow hips. “Any food allergies I should know about?”
“No.”
“Anything you hate?” His gaze flickered. “Besides me.”
“Nope. Just you.”
He clenched his jaw and moved into the kitchen, muttering under his breath.
“Did you say something?” I needled.
He didn’t respond. He opened cupboards and banged pots and pans as he moved around the small kitchen. I found a perverse pleasure in annoying him, and so I stood and followed him. I leaned against the counter near the stove and watched him searching for utensils.
“Have you ever done this before?” I asked with a smirk.
“Yes.” He scowled at me and continued riffling through his storage.
“You don’t have to cook. We can just eat cereal.”
He shot me an impatient glance. “I’m cooking dinner so shut the fuck up.”
“Calm down. I’m just trying to be a considerate guest.”
He snorted. “Yeah. Right.”
When he bent down and his shirt rode up, my gut clenched at the sight of his bare flesh, and that same intense desire to see his body came over me. Something seemed to stir deep inside at the sight of his smooth skin, and I looked away, feeling startled. The sensations that gripped me were similar to lust. My body buzzed with excitement, and my cock warmed. I’d never felt anything remotely like that toward another man before, and I was shocked to the core.
My pulse was elevated, and the wolf inside me seemed aroused, as if I was hunting something. I felt weird and light-headed as I struggled with the bizarre impulses rolling through me. I moved away from him and went into the bathroom to splash water on my face. I leaned on the counter and stared at my wet features. My eyes seemed unusually bright, and my face was flushed.
I thought about our fight earlier in the day. Maybe that little spat had awoken my wolf. Sometimes an argument, the scent of blood, or a physical altercation could stir up instinctual feelings that were hovering in the subconscious. I sucked in a long, calming breath and tried to push down the uncomfortable feelings. I absolutely wasn’t into guys, and even if I had been, if there was anyone in this world I had no interest in fucking, it was Blade Carr. I couldn’t stand him.
I knew hiding in the bathroom all night wasn’t an option, so I went to sit on the couch. As time passed, I began to feel a little calmer and my pulse returned to normal. I was still vaguely disconcerted by what I’d experienced. I checked my phone, noticing it was a full moon. Perhaps that was the explanation for my odd feelings.
I jumped when Blade appeared in front of me. He held a chilled beer out to me. “Thirsty?”
“Thanks.” I took the beer, feeling self-conscious.
He sat across from me, sipping a bottled water. He set the water on the coffee table and studied me with a serious expression. “We need to find a way to get along.” His voice was soft but guarded.
From the way his pulse beat swiftly at the base of his throat, I could see he was as uncomfortable with me as I was him. “What do you suggest?”
