Page 5 of Omega Island
As I walked through the dappled shadows, I couldn’t stop seeing Raimi, how he hunched at the shoulders, how he flinched as he spoke, as if he might be punished for his words at any moment. He was a gorgeous, tall alpha but he made himself small by his stance and the way he held his head low so the loosened strands of his blond hair hung in his face.
I had a thing for blonds. Well, not now; I didn’t have lovers anymore. It was a moot observation. Still, I was going to have to email Luca, who knew my aesthetics in our younger years, and tell him if he thought he was doing me any favors, he’d better think otherwise. In our past, he’d tried to matchmake for me more times than I could count. The truth was, he was actually very good at it.
Strictly from an objective view, Raimi was stunning. But that had nothing to do with the matter at hand. I didn’t want to think my friend had thrown me alpha bait when that alpha was clearly damaged and hurting. Luca was a good guy. I had to believe he was looking out for his brother-in-law like any good family member would.
Re-thinking that email to Luca in my mind, I arrived at check-in orientation just in time to see our new patients assigned to their therapists. I made my speech, welcoming them again to the island and giving a brief run-down of their rights and the rules.
There were five new faces ranging in age from twenty-five to forty, all intent on me, some looking nervous and tense, others fidgeting with their welcome pack folders. It wasn’t an easy place to be for the first time when you knew you had problems that were unsolvable by the outside world, and when you’d agreed to the controversial process of sexual surrogacy. All these omegas would be having hands on sex healing, training and/or therapy. It would be nerve-wracking for anyone.
As I spoke, my mind kept going back to Raimi. He was no different from these omegas. I’d lied when I told him Luca hadn’t given me too many details of his situation. Luca had certainly gotten personal when he’d told me Raimi couldn’t knot and that his ruts had stopped. It wasn’t that different from a lot of the problems the omegas here suffered from.
When I finished my speech, I greeted each patient separately, made sure they knew they could email me with any problem, and that they were in good hands. It relaxed them to know the guy who owned Omega Island gave them his own personal assurances. I never skimped on treating guests first class.
Next, I went to my office and fixed myself an iced coffee, intending to relax for a few minutes, when I felt a sudden surge of fire go through me like a flaming arrow.
Another pre-heat wave.
I was already sitting when it hit, but it still doubled me over. I grabbed the edge of my desk and pushed hard, eyes closing as the wave simmered to ripples and finally started to recede.
I’d never had a heat wave that felt like a whole body cramp. I’d heard of others experiencing it, but this was new to me. When I still had eggs, my heats were a lovely blur of horniness mixed with longing. They never stirred up cramps or pain.
When my muscles untensed and the burn in my blood eased, I was left feeling quite warm with a tickle of slick annoying my backside, and a near-full erection. I leaned back, taking deep breaths.
When I was young, heats were fun. I didn’t think of them as a bother. But now, running the island full-time, and having become used to the idea that I would remain unmated for the rest of my life, I’d settled into a routine I found comfortable.
This intrusion was a burden. I didn’t welcome it and, in fact, I felt somewhat embarrassed. Which, for me being a progressive thinker about everything to do with omegas and their heat problems, surprised me. It was ridiculous to even acknowledge my unsuitable reaction and I slammed my hand on my desk and picked up my phone.
This problem could be taken care of. Here, we embraced an omega’s natural cycles and strived to encourage pride in heats, not shame, but we kept heat suppressants on hand for extreme cases when patients experienced pain or if a heat endangered their health.
I texted Maxim, the doctor on the island I trusted most and had been a patient of for many years.
Senta:Do you have time in your schedule to see me today? This morning, if possible…
Maxim:Do you think because we’re friends you don’t have to go through regular channels? I am, of course, very important and busy with a wonderful assistant who handles scheduling. LOL
Senta:No argument from me. It’s why I pay you so well. Shall I make an appointment?
Maxim:Senta, you are always so serious. Do you want me to come to your office? Around 11?
Senta:That’s perfect. I’ll have your favorite iced coffee blend waiting. See you then.
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Maxim wasan omega in his early fifties with a trim beard and athletic build. He had one of the finest reputations in omega health, and an excellent bedside manner. Every hospital in the world wanted him. I’d had to offer quite a large sum to get him to my island. It turned out, he loved it so much he told me he’d have paid me to stay here and work.
He assessed every record of every patient who came to the resort and was on call for hands-on consultations whenever needed. In other words, he worked his ass off.
He entered my office with a light knock. I had his drink waiting with the ice crushed just as he liked it and a whipped cream topper with three candied cherries.
“Senta!” He embraced me, lightly clapping me on the back. “It’s always good to see you. I hope there’s nothing serious going on?”
I handed him his drink and he smiled like a gleeful kid. How he kept his physique with his penchant for sugar, I couldn’t fathom, but he downed his cherries in seconds and sucked half the drink in what looked like one swallow.
I gestured him to my couch overlooking the sea and we both sat.
“Are things going well?” I asked. “Do you need anything? Extra help? More nurses? Equipment?”
He frowned, a little line appearing between his eyebrows. “That’s not why I’m here. Right? You didn’t call me here to ask me if I want cute new uniforms or newfangled tech. Everything you’ve got here is top of the line already.”
