Page 73 of One Flew Over the Omega's Nest: Part One
Paige all but confirms it when her eyes light up. “Oh, what do we have here? Are you fucking both of them?” Her smirk goes between my alphas and I can’t stop the omega growl that bursts out of me. Paige laughs in delight. “Oh, wow. That is very…” she leans in close, “pack-likeof you.”
In the next instance, Kole is standing, and he towers over the two beta women as he comes to stand next to me.
I’m especially thankful for the alpha-gel that Nurse Helaena supplied me with right now, because with the dominance Kole is rolling out, I’m not sure my stomach would have been able to handle all the alpha scentsandthe smell of popcorn.
“Walk away.” He growls, an alpha bark lacing his tone. Betas aren’t nearly as susceptible to the barks as omegas are, but they’re still inclined to listen, sneers marring their features before they turn and all but run back to Lars.
“I had it handled,” I grumble, glaring at the Russian Giant.
“I know,Lisichka,” he runs a hand through his hair, “but she was threatening you. My instincts are already going haywire knowing that you’re mine but not being able to scent you.”
My jaw drops. His? Does that mean when we were all together in the craft room, his “mine” was literal? We’re true scent matches?
Before I can ask him to clarify, Leslie is coming up to us with a too-tight smile. “Are you guys ready for the movie?”
Kole and I exchange a look before we sit back down and I settle back against Hayden.
“We’re as ready as we’ll ever be, Les,” Hayden shoots her a million-dollar smile, and I again need to keep my omega instincts in check, even though IlikeLeslie. “Tell me, in this zombie movie, are they like the super slow zombies that chant ‘brains’, or are they like the super fast ones that make me want to shit my pants?”
I laugh, smacking his chest. “That’s gross, Darlin’.”
“Guess you’ll have to find out.” Leslie shoots me a wink before she goes back up to the projection screen.
Everyone quiets down as she taps the microphone that’s hooked up to a little sound system. “Good evening everyone!” She pauses,waiting for everyone to mumble “good evening” back to her. “Thank you for coming to our monthly movie night! Just a few housekeeping rules before we start.” She gives us all a smile. “As usual, the orderlies are stationed around the courtyard for everyone’s safety, but unlike times in the past when we’ve done this, there will be no leaving the movie early. You will have to stay until the credits roll. There have been too many patients wandering around without proper supervision. We appreciate your understanding, and hope you enjoy the movie!”
“What if we have to take a piss?” someone shouts out, and the other inmates grumble their agreement.
Leslie’s smile falters for half a second before she lifts the mic back to her mouth. “If you need to use the facilities, Mr. Wright will be happy to escort you.” I glance back at Sam, who looks like he would like very much to strangle the perky patient director who just volunteered his services.
With that, the floodlights dim, and the projector starts running the movie. It’s in black and white, so it must be even older than I thought. Despite all the concern about people needing to pee, Adela is the only one who needs to use the restroom during the movie, all the while grumbling about the baby sitting on her bladder.
I sit tucked into Hayden’s side, and Kole has his pinky looped through mine. The movie is about halfway over, the hero and heroine having escaped a horde of zombies-which, lucky for Hayden’s briefs, are the super slow ones- and are now stuck in an abandoned warehouse together.
Of course, that’s when my bladder tells me that I need to go.
“I gotta go powder my nose,” I whisper to Hayden, and he gives me a funny look before understanding passes over his features and he nods.
Disentangling myself from his hold, I stand and find Sam standing against the nearby wall. I try to avoid the way Banesworth’s gaze burns into me from the other side of the yard. Sam wordlessly turns as I approach, and I follow him into the dorm building to use the restroom.
He’s silent as we walk, and doesn’t even look at me when I disappear into the bathroom. I do my business quickly, trying to ignore the hurt that pangs in my chest at Sam’s harsh treatment. It must be my omega nature emerging. I wash my hands, and when I open the door, he’s standing in front of me, arms crossed with an indecipherable look on his face.
“What?” I snap. “Were you timin’ me or something?”
He scowls, his eyes roaming over me. “No. Something is off with you. You came into West’s room the other day all red and blotchy, and you won’t tell us who did it—”
I scowl right back, crossing my arms. “You don’t know anything about me, Sam.”
“That’s not true,” he snaps right back, “and you know it.”
“Oh, you’re right,” I let out a bitter laugh. “You learned all you care to know about me between sittin’ in on my psych sessions and sneakin’ into my room in the middle of the night.”
His face only shows the briefest flash of surprise before he’s schooling his features again. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps looking at me like I have something on my face.
“Why won’t you tell us?” He asks finally. “Are they blackmailing you? Holding something over your head?”
I roll my eyes, pushing past him and heading back towards the courtyard. “It doesn’t matter, Sam. Drop it.”
“No.” He grabs my arm right as we round a corner and hit a camera blind spot. My eyes dart down to the hand grasping me with disdain. I could disengage him if I was in any real danger, but something deepin me knows that Sam would never hurt me. “Why won’t you let me help you?” His voice is like a plea, his eyes filled with pain even as his expression stays hard.
