Page 11 of The Accidental Omega
I stifle the urge to answer ‘yes space-daddy.’
That’s probably for the best.
“What does mark each other mean?” The words slip out. I guess I have no filter on this planet as well.
Zallan looks down at me, a smile playing at his lips. “We’ll bite you. Deeply enough to leave our teethprints. And you will bite us back. It is sacred, magical, the marks will stay. The mark upon an alpha is called Zatura’s mark.”
Oh fuck.
Wells grins at me, “Nara and I ordered many supplies for you to choose from.”
I blink, confused, as Nara returns and places a small glass of a violently green drink in my hand. “Sip,” he orders, which I try to but end up gulping a fair bit. It’s rich and complex, like a dark red wine.
I’m gently urged towards the wide stairs. My eyes dance to the left and I see huge windows overlooking the rushing river. Blue couches are arranged in a ‘U’ shape around the fireplace and bookshelves line the walls.Wow. At least I got picked by rich aliens, I guess?
As I climb, a long hallway with many doors on both sides becomes visible.
“That is my room,” Zallan says quietly, pointing to the first door. Then further back on the right, “Ryson’s.” He points again as we walk down the hallway, “Nara,” across the hall, “Wells.” We walk past several closed doors silently and then Zallan gestures towards the door at the end-center of the hallway. “That is your room. The omega’s suite.”
I turn to look at him but Nara answers my unspoken question. “Once a pack takes an omega, they will all often sleep in the pack nest, located in the omega’s room. Unless the omega requests space, of course.”
Oh. They like to cuddle puddle. Cute.I grin at the thought. “Sooo, my bed is huge?”
Zallan nods, holding down a smile.
“Cool. Snuggles are nice,” I smile and we reach the door, the knob a golden color like the hooks.Different metals on this planet?I wonder silently. I reach out and open the door. It swings in on silent hinges, revealing a wall of windows across from it. I bite my lip and drink deeply of the green wine.
I lick my lips and step inside my new bedroom.
Chapter Eight
Nara
Elizabeth’s eyes take in the omega’s suite. Instead of saying something, she downs the rest of the Obis juice.
“I told you to sip,” my voice emerges as a bit of a growl and I cringe internally as I take the glass from her gently. She’s doing a good job with all the changes even though she’s obviously scared; she doesn’t need a huge horned male barking at her.
The window bank overlooks the creek; given the curve of the streambed, it cuts behind the compound. The Glohas trees stand tall beyond the creek, their long needles soft and a purple-blue at this time of year.
The tiny omega turns her head, taking in the large, mostly empty bookshelf to the right, built around a small, happily crackling fireplace and several small couches and chairs, and to the left, the door to the well-appointed bathroom. But the centerpiece of the room is the giant, circular bed. Dark, thick curtains surround it, dyed a rich red shade to echo the logs of our home. The bed itself is bare, just the frame and mattress with the tall edges, awaiting whatever adornments our soon-to-be-beloved omega chooses.
Wells and I had ordered plenty of options for our unseen omega to choose from. I would have asked Ryson and Zallan to help too, but I knew they had been busy with their own preparations for our omega. Mine had mainly included learningwhat I could feed her from our planet, which luckily for me, was most things. I also took a crash course on human anatomy and healing in the last week.
While a few of the other packs in the Setias Community had omegas from other planets, none were human.So we’re just going to muddy through this on our own.
Wells steps forward, smiling kindly. “These are the sheets to cover the mattress,” he indicates a row of folded cloth, of various colors and textures, “these are the blankets,” another row, this time of fluffy blankets, “the pillows,” he offers.
Wells and I had chosen many different materials for her nest, varying from smooth pinks to fluffy reds to almost wiry greens. Pillows in every shade, in various shapes and sizes line the wall.
Elizabeth turns to me, eyes as wide as a valturi leaf. She seems lost, the poor little thing.
“You touch them, and choose. Whichever feels right to you. I’m sure Wells and Ryson will be happy to get the nest ready while Zallan and I take you downstairs for some refreshments.”
Zallan’s deep voice cuts in and he steps towards her, “Touch them, wedari; choose how your nest will look and feel.”
She looks between us, her big brown eyes still a bit shocked. Then she kneels and her hands drag over the first few fabrics.
AFTER ELIZABETH HASchosen, Zallan takes her hand and we head downstairs. Wells and Ryson are happily outfitting the nest in her choices, as they know what will come next.
