Page 34 of Bullied Forced Omega
“Do you want to watch that new series?Living in Spaceor whatever it’s called?” I ask.
“Sure, that sounds good,” she agrees, smiling for the first time since I got home. She has the most beautiful smile. I wish she would let me see it more often.
Not that you deserve to see her smile after everything you’ve done to her.
I flick the television on and find the series. It plays, and we eat silently. There is tension between us, an awkwardness I wish I could change.
Halfway through the first episode, the food is finished, and we’re still not speaking. I can’t take it anymore.
“I saw a bunch of guys who were in Black Ops with me. We caught up over a beer tonight,” I tell her, wondering if she’d want to hear about it.
“Oh, that’s pretty cool. How are they all feeling being back home? You guys were gone for so long,” she asks.
“I guess we all feel the same a bit out of place. Like the world went on without us, but also… we’ve changed in ways that are hard to describe,” I say quietly.
My tone captivates her, and she reaches out to touch my leg, but instantly changes her mind with static shoots between us.
She licks her lips, and my cock stirs as I watch her.
Mira smiles, “Changing isn’t always a bad thing, Jace. I mean… from who you were… to who you are now.”
I know what she’s referring to, and while I have run over this exact conversation in my head a thousand times, I can’t bring myself to go down this path now. I can’t bring myself to explain how sorry I am and why I was such a fucking asshole.
“True. I look at myself now, and I’m grateful for the man it turned me into. But Black Ops was brutal,” I sigh.
Mira laughs softly. “You know, I am your Luna. It’s not something either of us is used to yet, but as your Luna, I’m… I’m here for you, you know?” she shrugs. “I’m a pretty good listener, and nothing you tell me would find its way into the gossip threads around the compound,” she giggles.
“Oh, I wouldn’t ever think that of you, Mira. I know you’re a deeply honorable and loyal person. I’ve seen you with your friends.”
Her eyes soften, and it tugs at my heart. Her cheeks flush pink with embarrassment at my compliment.
“Oh, that’s only because I have no friends. It’s hard to spill secrets when you have no one to tell,” she jokes to cover up her reaction.
I scoff, laughing loudly.
In the silent moment that follows, I think about her and how she is finally opening up to me a little for the first time since I came home. My opening up first was the key to getting her to connect with me. And I need my Luna to connect with me.
For the sake of the pack.
“We hunted down rogues,” I say quietly. My heart races as memories flood my thoughts.
“Captured them?” She whispers.
“No,” I shake my head. “That isn’t how it works.” She watches me for a moment before I talk again. “Some of them looked like normal people, you know. Just living their lives, not hurting anyone. Others… they were feral. I’d never seen a feral shifter before Black Ops. It still haunts me to this day. Over time, you go numb to it. To all of it. You go cold and you build walls until you’re safe behind them and the things you’re doing don’t even feel real.”
Her head drifts onto my thigh again, pulling me from those memories.
“I’m sorry you had to experience that,” she whispers.
I smile, “But that’s what made me strong. That’s what changed me from a pathetic, immature boy into an Alpha. The Alpha my pack needs.”
“There must have been fun moments too?” she asks, her brows raised.
I laugh, a loud burst of amusement when I think about Dexter and the other guys.
“Plenty. Training was fun. Fuck, it wasn’t fun, it was literally hell, but having a pack of guys there going through the same thing… I’ve never felt so part of something before. It taught me the value of a pack. The value of working together and never underestimating any member of your team.”
She smiles, her eyes shining, “Is that why you started offering the Omegas opportunities they never had before?” She asks.
