Page 56 of Single Omega Dad
“I know.”
“Father will accept it.”
“And if the Omega I choose has children by another man?”
“Hmm. Intriguing.” Trigg winked at me. “You really have changed.”
“Shut up.”
“I think Father will have to accept it.”
But if one of the children were an Omega? I did not say that last question out loud.
“Math,” Trigg continued. “He does love you in his own way.”
I said nothing because I wasn’t sure. Father didn’t love Kris anymore. It had been too easy for him to turn and despise him, as it had been for me. Alphas like me, like Father, we were not the exception. We were the norm. The world we lived in was on edge because of it, and we were so sure we were making the world better, keeping things in line.
But when I thought of Saber and how he was with his kids, I realized the big lie of it all. We Alphas weren’t better. We never had been.
Chapter Eighteen
Saber
It was the longest day and my heart wanted to leap from its chest every time I thought of Mathias. I held my phone close to me. My body tingled. I had no appetite.
The longer I waited to text him, the more I lost my nerve.
Would I sleep alone tonight? I figured I would, but anticipating—hoping for more, I washed the sheets and made the bed. I cleaned the bathroom and shower. I set candles on the nightstands. I opened the windows to let in fresh air.
I wasn’t thinking. The logistics of someone like Mathias ever returning here, to me, were impossible for my mind to sort. But still I worked, making a nest for us, feeding my fantasies. Yep, the hormones were in good order today.
While I was cleaning throughout the day, the boys said they wanted to help. So I gave them little dust rags and showed them how to wipe at flat surfaces. That lasted about five minutes before they dropped their rags and ran off again to play.
By dinnertime, I had energy to make soup and toast. The kids loved it, but I sat staring at my food and barely eating. The babes inside me felt like a heavy knot pressing my stomach, giving me the sensation I was already full.
Still no messages on my phone.
I put the boys to bed, reading them a story but never hearing the words. I hugged and kissed them both, holding onto them a little longer than usual until they both squealed, then laughed at myself on the way out of the room, admonishing them to “go to sleep now.”
In the living room, I turned on the TV searching for something to watch. I leaned back, my arm over my head, and sighed. This was my life. It was fine. I loved my home and my boys. Everything was good.
Why did I want more? I had everything I could need. Drayden had never been around much anyway. And the house was mine, the way I wanted it. I was a very lucky Omega in so many ways. Many would think not because my mate had died, but I’d grieved him quickly. I’d worried more about the boys behind left behind than myself, but they had not known their Alpha father well, and they were so young. Their grief had been minimal.
I was a lucky one. My Alpha had provided. I had money. So many unwanted Omegas ended up living out their lives on chattel farms. When they grew too old to be desirable, to have their services sold, they took care of the younger ones, or became teachers, cooks, and maids for the young ones and the Omegas who did earn their keep. But here, I had freedom to come and go. I had it all.
But what I’d felt last night with Mathias—I couldn’t forget it. That wonderful intimacy and all the emotions it wakened inside me gave me a glimpse of what could be. Of what I’d been missing all this time with only the bare bones of a bond with Drayden.
Now I’d had a taste and my body wanted more.Iwanted more.
The memory settled in my mind like an obsession. It coursed in my veins and my heart, my cock hardening as the noise of the TV rippled unheard about me. I tried to settle myself more comfortably on the cushions.
The room seemed hot. Too hot. The air on my face fluttered like flame and the hair at my temples grew damp.
Mathias? Or the flu? Both options appeared menacing. Both made me feel like I was dying.
Running my hands through my hair, I pulled my feet up onto the couch and slumped on my side. A sound made me sit up fast. Alert.
A soft tap at the door had me standing. I glanced again at my phone. No texts. No messages. Nothing.
