Chapter 26: Orange Omega
And now I am regretting it. The fuck. Right now her scent is fucking me up and she is not even here on the bed.
Is she even in the room?
I sat up slowly on the bed, using the bedsheet to cover myself. The fabric slid over my skin and I tightened it around my chest, gripping it with one hand. My head felt heavy. My body still felt warm from last night. I looked down at my shoulder. The rogue wolf scratch had already healed. That was new. Normally, deep wounds took days to heal. Thank goodness.
I searched around the room, turning my head slowly, looking for her. Her scent was strong, heavy in the air, clinging to everything, but she wasn’t around. It lingered on the sheets. On my skin. In the air I breathed.
So I stood up, properly wrapping the bedsheet around me before taking a step forward. My bare feet touched the floor and I paused for a moment, trying to steady myself.
Then I tried to trace her scent. It led me to another door in the room.
I frowned slightly. I don’t understand.
One door leads to the club. There was another door from yesterday. And right now I am standing in front of two doors.
All of them lead to this room.
I stood there for a second, staring at both doors, breathing slowly. Her scent drifted stronger from one side, teasing my nose, pulling me toward it like a leash.
I walked toward that door and placed my hand on the handle and opened the door where her scent was stronger.
The moment I opened it, the cool breeze of Oakland hit me straight in the face. My hair shifted slightly with the wind.
Then the noise followed. Cars. Bikes. Voices from somewhere far below. It all hit my ears at once. It was loud. Very loud.
And I wasn’t putting on the earbuds.
My body reacted immediately. I lifted one of my hands and pressed it against my ear while the other hand tightened around the bedsheet so it wouldn’t slip.
I stepped out slightly.
By my right, Princess was sitting on a moon chair.
She was wearing a bathrobe. Loose. Relaxed.
Her legs were folded lazily and there was a cigarette between her fingers. Smoke curled slowly into the air. She rested her head back against the chair, eyes closed like she had all the time in the world. Like nothing mattered.
"Hey!" I called out, still covering my ears.
My voice came out louder than I expected.
She opened her eyes slowly. Then she turned to me.
"Oh look, the omega is finally awake," she said, smiling.
I narrowed my eyes at her.
"I need clothes," I said.
She tilted her head slightly.
"Of course you do, after what happened last night."
Does she have to remind me? My jaw tightened.
"I hope you remember because I don’t want someone telling me shit," she said, dropping the cigarette into the ashtray on the mini table in front of her.
She crushed the tip lazily. Then she stood up.
Her movements were slow. Calm. Like she wasn’t bothered by anything. She walked up to me.
"Come on, let’s find you another jumpsuit," she said, turning and going back into the room.
I followed her. Still holding the bedsheet tight. Still trying not to think about last night.
Inside the closet area she tossed a jumpsuit toward me. I caught it.
While I was putting on the jumpsuit, pulling the fabric over my legs and adjusting it over my hips, I noticed her staring at me.
Just standing there.
Watching.
"What is with that look?" I asked.
She tilted her head again.
"You have upgraded."
I frowned.
"What?"
She lifted her hand and pointed.
"Your boobs. From tangerine to orange."
Bitch... I swear I will kill you.
My eyes narrowed into a deadly stare. I cursed in my mind while staring straight at her face.
She didn’t even react. Didn’t even pretend to care that I was clearly not pleased with what she said. Instead she just smiled.
Then she turned and walked out of the closet like she had said nothing wrong.
After putting on the clothes properly, adjusting the zipper and smoothing the fabric, I walked back into the bedroom.
She was already on the bed. Lying back comfortably.
"So what were you going to do after 48 hours? Because that’s today," I said, folding my arms and leaning on the wall.
She looked at me calmly.
"Oh that. I was going to come to your house and take responsibility. Tell your brother that you are having my pups," she said.
I blinked once.
"So that was all you were going to do today?" I asked.
"And ask for your hand."
I straightened from the wall slightly.
"My hand in what?"
I hope it’s not what I am thinking. Because what the hell...
"I was going to ask your brother to give me his blessing and marry you," she stated.
My eyes widened a little.
How is that fucking easy for her to say? She better be joking.
"Why would you want to marry me? The fuck is wrong with you?" I said, feeling annoyed.
She shrugged slightly.
"That’s my way of taking responsibility. Asking for your hand so I can give my pups a home."
My arms tightened across my chest.
"Again, the fuck? What makes you think I would want to marry you, huh?" I voiced out.
She looked at me calmly.
"Isn’t that the solution you were asking for? Marriage is the solution."
"I don’t want to marry you. And I will never want to marry you. Just because I am pregnant with your pups doesn’t mean I want to get married to you... you of all people. You are the last person on my list to think of getting married to. In fact, you are not even on my list," I said.
"Ouch," she said slowly.
"That hurts... fucking hurts. Everyone has me first on their list as the Alpha they want to be with."
"Well I am not one of them."
Obviously I am not. And I will never be.
My first is always going to be my second goddess.
Of course it’s Yuki. If it’s not Yuki, it’s no one.
I even fantasized about losing my virginity to her.
Instead I lost it to the one in front of me.
And she made sure to leave her seed in me.
I may be having your pups. But you won’t be having my heart. Never.
Even though her scent attracts me. Even though it pulls at something inside me.
Still I would not.
Also I am trying to control myself right now.
"Okay then," she said. "Thank you for that because I was wondering how I was going to spend my entire life with someone who punches people for unnecessary reasons."
Okay. Now I am offended.
Did she just reject me?
"So it’s co-parenting. When the pups arrive, we co-parent..." I said.
"Hell no," she replied immediately.
"I have seen co-parenting and I don’t like it. I want my pups to live under one roof with two people as their parents."
"I am not marrying you. Period."
"Alright then," she said calmly.
"I heard you."
Then she shut her eyes. Just like that.
Is she snoozing on me right now?
I stared at her, watched as her eyes stayed shut while she lay on the bed.
From her eyes my gaze slowly drifted down. To her nose. Then her lips. My stomach tightened slightly.
I kissed those lips last night. And I wasn’t able to stop myself.
Why do I want to kiss them again? Touch them. Eat them.
Tear the bathrobe from her...
Oh no.
I need to leave here before I give in to my intrusive thoughts.
"Yo Princess, I need my jacket and clothes," I asked.
Even if they were ripped, I still needed them.
Even though it was useless. They were my favorite.
"I’m keeping them," she said, eyes still shut.
"They are my clothes. I am not letting you keep them."
"I need them. In case you run off with my pups I can use your clothes to find you."
Oh my goodness. What is wrong with this bitch.
"And why would you think I will run off, huh?"
Her eyes opened slowly.
"You tried to kill my pups last night. Thanks to the clothes you left the other night, I was able to track you easily," she said.
Now she sat up. Her eyes locked straight onto my face.
"If you try to kill or run away with my pups, omega, I will find you and kill you."
Her eyes said it all. Cold. Serious. She wasn’t lying. She was going to do it.
"You know I have a name. It’s Faye."
"I don’t care," she said.
"You will always be an omega to me... Orange... Omega."
She smiled slightly.
"Stop it."
"Orange Omega."
"I said stop calling me that."
"Orange Omega. Orange Omega. Orange Omega..."
She kept repeating it. Over and over..Each time slower. Each time more annoying. That made my blood boil.
Before I even realized what I was doing, I dashed toward her and jumped onto the bed, pinning her down.
"Woah," she said.
"Fiercety... Orange Omega."
Now her face was close to mine. Too close.
I was on top of her. Our bodies barely moving.
"Does an omega pin down an Alpha like this, huh...?" I murmured.
"No, Omega," she said calmly.
"It’s because I am letting you. I wouldn’t let anyone do that..."
My breath was uneven. My chest rising and falling slowly. Watching her moving lips made something twist inside me. Made me want to fucking kiss her.
I can’t believe myself.
I did.
And we did more than just kissing.
