Chapter 14 Omegas Love Gifts
Omegas Love Gifts
Acadia
My walk of shame is more like a sprint of shame. I run all the way home in my heels and dress, covered in cum.
I can’t get my keys to work, and it wakes Maria, who is very concerned about my state. She tells me more omegas have been kidnapped this week. Which isn’t true. There was one, but she was not kidnapped, she just went missing for a few hours.
Maria is also quite the gossip, so I’m pretty sure come morning, the whole complex will know what I walked home looking like.
“Acadia, we have the morning walk with all the omegas in just a few hours,” she reminds me. The unbonded omegas go for group walks through the park in Chinatown twice a week.
“I know, Maria. I know.”
We have a whole squad of personal security who walk with us.
I hop in the shower and reluctantly wash away my alpha.
My alpha, he is not. But damn if I don’t feel like I dreamed him into reality.
I’ve never kept going after being knotted like that.
In one dingy, dark room at a night club, this man had me coming more than even during my partial heat I had with the Whitehorses.
It was short due to my medication, but it didn’t make it any less real.
I was an omega in need of a lot of orgasms. Alpha females are notorious for making an omega climax.
It’s kind of their whole thing. And yet…
Maybe Bianca wasn’t living up to her reputation. She was nowhere near the level club-guy was.
I find myself stroking my pussy to the memory of the smells and sounds of club-guy. He called me “little momma,” which I have to admit was perfect.
I groan and stop myself.
I know for a fact Maria can hear me in here.
Sighing, I finish washing him away and get myself to bed. Like a proper omega who has to wake up in a few hours for the omega walk.
The walk goes fine. The gardens are beautiful. I’m not even hung over. A good fucking will do that to an omega. I do drink two lattes, though.
Omegas are not supposed to drink caffeine. It’s really bad for you. I literally don’t care right now, though.
I go to my appointment at the Institute. I’m wearing a periwinkle suit, in hopes I can feel powerful enough for another battle.
Angeline looks…awkward. She keeps flitting her eyes around to see if we are being watched. We are in a meeting room near her office. The walls are all glass, so if anyone did want to look in, they’d be sure to see us.
She’s so cute in her matching pink suit.
She looks like a Barbie doll with her long blonde hair and polka dot tights.
She’s young, but she’s married. To a male beta.
Not that I’d want to pursue someone who works here.
Oh my god, Cadi, get it together. Besides, all her fidgeting is driving me up a wall anyway.
“Angeline, you are bugging the hell out of me. Do you have something you need to tell me?”
She sighs and then leans in close, lowering her voice. “You’ve caught the eye of a pack. But they don’t meet your criteria. The pack lead, who is a very handsome older Latin man with a mustache that would make your mother weep, gave me a courting gift to give to you.”
“Tell me more about this mustache,” I tease. She rolls her eyes at me.
“He has an accent, too.”
“Girl, I need more than facial hair and an accent. But show me the gift.”
I love gifts. I am an omega after all.
She looks around again to see if we are being watched, then passes a small blue box under the table.
I put it on the table and open it, openly. Because Angeline’s cloak and dagger bit is cute but not my style.
It’s a silver necklace.
Silver is something given to feral alphas to subdue them. But it’s also given to omegas as a show that they control the alphas. I pull it out of its case. There’s a sterling silver pendant with little flowers cast on it.
Lilacs.
I look up at Angeline.
“Where did I catch their eye?”
“The soirée.”
Hm. Interesting. I wonder why they didn’t make themselves known. Alphas are usually always making their presence known around me. I’m an unbonded female. They are larger than life. I missed an entire alpha…and his pack. That’s not right.
“How big is his pack?” I ask, my voice a little soft and faraway, as I look over the gift.
It’s so shiny. It is lightweight and delicate. The metal clinks beautifully on the chain as I pass it through my fingers.
“Three alphas. All male. They just moved to the city. They are quite motivated to get an omega.”
I put the necklace back in the box and snap the lid shut.
“Well, thank you for the gift. But, you’ll have to give it back to him.”
I slide it across the table. Angeline puts her hands up.
“No, I won’t touch it. I shouldn’t have even given it to you. I know they don’t qualify. But he was quite insistent. Do with it what you please.”
I take it back. I have to admit I’m kind of glad to have it back. What does that say about me? Do I have no convictions?
I open it up again and run my finger over the bloom's edges. It’s such an interesting choice. It could have been diamonds. Or gold. Gems and jewels. Heart-shaped whatever.
This is…classy. And it feels like it has a message.
“Acadia?” Angeline asks.
“Hm?”
“I shouldn’t say this,” she lowers her voice, “They are courting a beta right now. The alpha who brought you that.”
“They’re courting a beta, and they want to court me?”
She chews on her lips, but just nods.
Angeline’s boss comes swirling into the room, and I hide the box. I don’t want to get her in trouble.
We get started going through three, yes, only three, more files. I’m barely paying attention. They have their profiles on a big screen and are pitching them to me. But my mind is elsewhere. It’s on the club hottie from last night. The mind blowing fucking.
This whole process is the worst. Will any of these options blow my back out like the alpha from last night?
There’s a pack photo with some alphas that all blend into each other. This guy works as a CEO/CFO/CXO. This guy loves golf. This guy rock climbs. Oh, this man looks interesting. He plays hockey. I can’t muster even a single ounce of interest.
And then, because everything has to be so ill-timed, Mads texts me.
I’m reminded I should have a pack courting me soon, so I can invite them to my next heat, as I excuse myself from the room.
I really shouldn’t be entertaining a single beta.
I should go back in and see if hockey-guy likes sushi or tacos.
Hello, Cadi. Are you free tonight? They have an outdoor movie playing at the Riverfront Park. I thought we could go together.
I stare at the screen, willing myself to be calm.
Mads asked me out. For real this time. I wish I could show all those girls from the bathroom so we could squeal and jump up and down together.
Instead, I’m in this hallway in this cold building.
I look through the glass wall at Angeline.
I bet she’d squeal and jump up and down with me, but her evil older twin would not approve.
I look back down at the screen.
I’ve never been. It sounds fun. Meet you there at 8?
The movie won’t start until dark, which will give us an hour to find a spot and talk.
It’s a date.
I turn and do a very quiet and itty bitty squeal and jump up and down. And then I return to the room where I’m shown pictures of alphas and given information that means absolutely nothing to me.
One of the packs has a female alpha, and I get the shivers when they talk about her. I think about Bianca’s apathetic behavior towards her daughter, and my stomach sours, and I frown through the rest of the meeting.