Page 12 of Saving His Omega
“And have you seen anything of your old pack members tracking you?”
Blake shook his head as he swallowed. “We never caught sight of them, actually. We just assumed they were following us but we didn’t dare try and find out. It was better to keep going. Once we fully integrated with human life, we relaxed a little. Our old pack was nothing like this one. Before we fled, I had had little contact with humans and Tripp had none. We kept to ourselves deep into the forest. We’re pretty sure none of the trackers would dare leave the safety of the woods.”
“The alpha hated humans,” Tripp added. “All of the dominants did.”
“Hate isn’t the same as fear,” Graham felt compelled to point out. “If you’ve got dominants on your trail still, it’s because they know returning without you could end badly for them. It’s easier to face humans than the wrath of an alpha. We have to assume they haven’t given up.”
Tripp turned wide eyes on Graham. “Are you thinking of telling Alpha Elijah to kick us out because of the danger we might bring?”
“Of course not!” Graham punctuated his denial with a brief kiss. “You belong to me now. No one is sending you away or taking you from me.” He was careful not to make promises about Blake, however. Given what the sigma had done, no matter the justification, there was no way Elijah would risk a fight over him if trouble came bounding into the packlands.
The look Blake shot him confirmed that the sigma understood what was not being said out loud, and that he accepted his fate.
Tripp, though, didn’t seem to notice anything. He beamed a smile, then continued eating.
Dessert was carrot cake and the musical sigmas provided entertainment while others finished the meal. Tripp’s obvious enjoyment of both gave Graham a sense of contentment he’d never known he was missing. He could have sat for hours simply watching his mate. But the second time Tripp stifled a yawn, Graham knew it was time to leave.
He scooped the boy up into his arms. “You need to go to bed.”
Tripp didn’t fight him or argue. His expression relayed his feelings, though.
“There’ll be other nights with music, and if you’re hungry later, I’ll bring you any treat you want.”
Those words had the desired effect. Tripp curled into his embrace. Graham’s wolf yipped for the first time since their walk. There was an answering call, faint, but there.
“I guess shifting worked,” Tripp said as he nestled his head in the crook of Graham’s neck.
“It did. We’ll keep at it. Everything is going to be fine.” He was trying to reassure them both.
“I know you’ll take care of me and the pup. And protect us.”
“Always.”
Once they were in their room, Graham set Tripp on his feet and took off his clothes. Then he piled a few pillows against the headboard and settled the boy against them.
“Are you comfortable?”
Tripp nodded and ran his fingers over his belly. “She’s quiet right now.” Lifting his head for a moment, he frowned. “I can’t see my feet and I can’t hold my dick very well when I pee.”
Graham paused in the process of disrobing himself. “Oh, do you need the bathroom?” He should have thought of that.
Tripp shook his head. “No. It’s just…weird. Like I can’t control my body even as little as I used to be able.” He sighed. “I guess I’m going to have to get used to it. This is how it’s going to be for most of the rest of my life.”
The observation and the resignation underlying the omega’s tone gave Graham pause. As he folded both their clothing, he considered the meaning behind the boy’s words. “Not most of the time. There will be years in between your pregnancies.”
Tripp stared at the ceiling, his fingers circling and circling his belly. “How so? I’ll go into heat as soon as I stop nursing the pup and you’re going to make me to ween each of them as quickly as possible to breed again.”
Graham sat across the bed, back against the wall with the last pillow behind him, and lifted Tripp’s feet to lie across his lap. “No, I won’t. You can nurse our pups as long as you like. This isn’t a race to see how many pups I can sire off you.” He started massaging the boy’s small feet. They were a bit swollen, he thought, and assumed having to support so much extra weight made them sore.
The omega moaned softly, the sound once more giving Graham’s eager cock selfish ideas. With his clothes off, the shaft had no trouble springing to life. He mashed it against his body with an arm.
“Is that what you’re used to seeing, sweetheart, omegas endlessly whelping?” He kept his tone quiet and as non-threatening as possible. He wanted his mate to trust him to reveal his experiences and his fears so that he could deal with them.
Tripp didn’t answer right away. His expression clearly conveyed he was wrestling with something. Finally, he answered, although he kept his gaze on the ceiling.
“My sire was the alpha of our old pack and my mother an omega.”
This information didn’t come as a surprise. It was rare for anyone other than an alpha to sire an omega and even rarer that a pack would trade an omega and a sigma. The fact that Tripp and Blake were brothers made it likely they’d run from their birth pack. He waited for his mate to tell him more.
