34. Knot Our Omega
Knot Our Omega
~NATHANIEL~
“ W hy the fuck did you summon me here?” I growl in annoyance. I’m sick to my stomach, trying not to puke the Jello shit I had to eat to even have the energy to get out of the hospital. “I’m not supposed to be near anything dirty.”
“Why? Because you’re getting that chemo shit?”
A few laugh at that, but I roll my eyes and walk through the door into a space that doesn’t have twenty mother fuckers crowding around like this is some emergency.
I catch onto Alvin and Chris, watching as they’re talking among themselves while five massive bodyguards are chilling before me. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t confused.
These fuckers barely had enough money to have a roof over their head weeks ago, and suddenly, they’re in this private warehouse that’s four hours away? I only got here quickly because they sent a motherfucking helicopter to fetch me from the hospital.
A fucking helicopter! Where did they get the funds for that shit?
I try to walk forward, but the bodyguards give me side eyes while they sternly stand in front of me.
“Let him in,” Alvin calls out. “He’s one of us.”
“He gets first dibs since it’s thanks to him we reached this grand finale,” Chris declares with pride. “God. The next 72 hours are going to be nothing but bliss.”
“72 hours? I bet it’s going to be 96.”
“What’s after 96? I give it a whole fucking week!”
“I doubt an Omega can die from too much sex, so why not?”
“If she does, good riddance. Wasn’t meant for our tribe of big fucking cocks.”
They’re laughing as I approach, feeling completely confused.
“Maybe my chemo brain isn’t working, but what the fuck are you guys talking about?” I bark at them. “And how the hell could you guys afford to get a helicopter to pick me up like some sort of celebrity? I’m already getting shitty treatment after the whole truth about my sis became a trending topic to the world. I was only able to get treatment because nurses can’t use that shit against you,” I complain.
I’ve been struggling with all that side-eye attitude the Omega nurses had been giving me while delivering my chemo. It got to the point that I wanted a whole fucking Alpha team assigned to my care, but unless you’re a billionaire, you don’t get to choose who the hell gives your medical care at the basic hospital.
Fuck them. They can believe whatever the fuck they want.
My brother was stealing my spotlight, but it would come back at him.
And I’d be ready to laugh in his face when it does.
“Oh, you didn’t get the memo?” Alvin feigns innocence. “Ah, right. I forgot you’re not in the group chat.”
“Group chat?” I’m even more confused. “That’s why those twenty-plus fuckers are out there? I thought those were the packs you guys don’t mess with anymore. You know, the groups that didn’t give a shit when you guys went bankrupt.”
It’s pissing me off the longer I think about it, because what the fuck? Those douches and bastards told these fuckers they couldn’t help them when they were bankrupt and even threatened jail time.
What I had to sacrifice to help them out of the hole they dug themselves in, so why the fuck were they invited here like this is some group celebration? I’m the one who they should be celebrating. I sacrifice my friendship, my career, and my burning-up connection with my brother just for them to thrive and be redeemed.
So, what the fuck is this? This isn’t how you express your gratitude to the savior that saved your asses.
“Chill, Nate, our boy,” Chris tries to comfort me. “We figured we’d tell you last because you get the honors of starting shit up.”
“Starting what up?” I hate not following what the fuck they’re implying. “You guys didn’t keep me updated on anything. You guys haven’t even been there for me when I found out I had cancer and told you fuckers.”
“Cancer is survivable,” Alvin brushes off like it’s not as scary as it is. As if Stage Four Cancer doesn’t mean shit. It makes me wish I still was in the band. That I still had the opportunity to speak with Icarus and complain about my worries and fears. Heck, I would yell and shout, but he’d translate my anger and understand me.
Understand what I’m trying to say under this mask of frustration and rage.
Even my brother, who I honestly treated like shit, would have put away our differences for two fucking seconds and expressed some sort of concern for me.
None of them were heartless to me, despite me being a big-ass cock to them.
“What you don’t want to miss is this Omega going into Heat,” Chis encourages. “That’s why we called you here!”
“An Omega?” I huff, already feeling tired. I haven’t been feeling the need to fuck anything with how exhausted I’ve been. My drive has been at an all-time low, and those rut blockers’ side effects from stopping them cold turkey have been the biggest pain in my ass than I’d dare to admit out loud.
To simply put it, I’m struggling—hard—but there’s no one I can turn to for help in this case.
These two fuckers clearly care more about fucking some Omega in Heat than helping me out when I’m in my sick bed.
“Who gives a shit?” I dismiss. “They’re all the same. What makes this bitch different?”
“Go see for yourself,” Alvin encourages. “Time is at five minutes when she’ll be all bloomed up and begging for us to fuck her.”
“We thought having you doing the honors would be perfect,” Chris hums in delight. “The resemblance would make her warm up to the idea of fucking all of us.”
Resemblance? Resemblance to what?
I roll my eyes while giving up on trying to figure out what the fuck they mean. Deciding to see for myself, I head to the room, listening as they chuckle.
“You made sure security is top-notch at the front, right?” Alvin asks.
“Yes, Sir. We’re all set up and clear. No one breaking in tonight.”
“Excellent,” Chris answers in excitement. “Keep it that way for a whole week. You already know you’ll be paid handsomely.”
“Yes, sir!” multiple voices declare.
“Five minutes, Nate. We got a timer on,” Alvin prompts.
I curse under my breath, feeling the dread of getting this over with so I can just go back home and sleep. I’m tired of this shit, to be honest. Exhausted being around these fuckers who don’t give a hoot about me.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t regret it. Didn’t regret fucking up all the relationships in my life and now being left to face the consequences.
Everyone giving me dirty looks.
The tabloids continue to run the truth on the front of every magazine and paper.
I’m probably the most hated Alpha on the planet right now, but whatever. Eventually, they’ll forget about my existence.
If the cancer kills me fast enough, it won’t be too bad. They’ll all feel miserable for bullying me to my death.
The thought makes me smirk, even as I open the door slightly enough to slip in and close it just as fast.
I know how this shit works. I’ve done it so many times. So many Omega in Heat, waiting to be fucked by me, the grand superstar, Blooming Salvation lead singer. They’ll beg and scream to be fucked, their slick oozing out of their pussies like they’ve been waiting for eons to finally be fucked by someone as famous and handsome.
Some would beg for me to autograph their body so they can get it tattooed. It makes me wonder if they’re going to keep those cursive signatures now that I’ve been painted like some sort of villain.
Whatever. Whatever. Just get this… over with?
The aroma that finally registers in my nostrils makes me frown because it’s familiar. Dangerously familiar. I know my senses, even my Alpha instincts, are majorly delayed because of the chemo treatment, but as it begins to register, a sense of looming dread comes over me.
Wait a fucking minute.
My eyes dart around until they land on the familiar purple and silver locks that are drenched.
“Fucking hell!” I curse as quietly as I can, rushing to the curled-up Omega, who is trembling violently.
I drop to my knees, my heart racing against my chest as I realize what the fuck is about to happen.
“No, no, no,” I whisper, everything daunting me at once. “This wasn’t a part of the plan. Wait. No… this isn’t how it was supposed to work.” I’m quickly shaking her, trying to get her to wake up. Turning her onto her back, I confirm exactly who she is.
“Fuck. Astraea? Hey. Can you hear me?”
She’s completely drenched, the simple t-shirt she’s wearing soaked in sweat. Her hair is dripping, her face is flushed, and her lips are shivering.
I don’t need to put my hands on her forehead to know she has a spiked fever, but what worries me is how pale she is. Sure, her complexion was an average mix when I first confronted her, but now she’s like a fucking ghost.
It frightens me because all I can see is Suzy’s ghost-like complexion staring back at me.
The only difference is her eyes aren’t wide open, absent of life.
“Fuck. No. This… this isn’t my fault. This wasn’t my plan.”
Just the thought of what’s going to happen to her, matched with the idea of my brother or the others thinking I plotted this, makes me want to panic.
“Resemblance,” I whisper, realizing what Chris had said. “They didn’t call me here to simply participate. They want her to think I’m my brother.”
I bite my bottom lip hard, looking around for some sort of coverup. I rush to get a wool blanket that’s on one of the couches and rush back to wrap her in it.
I’m not sure if it’s going to make things better or worse, but having her in just a t-shirt and panties is nagging at my Alpha sense.
Fuck. I’m not going to rape her. I’m not that fucking low.
All of this is a setup.
To put the blame on me while they’re set up with Astraea.
It clicks in like the final puzzle piece has been solved.
I’m not a part of their pack. I currently have no pack. They’re doing this, using me, so she’ll submit. Then fuck her senseless and unite the packs they like.
In the end, I’m the black sheep.
The tool used financially and now physically with my presence to ignite this orgy fuckery.
Then they’ll discard me like fucking trash, leaving the blame to be carried on my shoulders alone.
There’s something deep in my heart that rebukes that idea.
I bite my lip, realizing I need more time.
Rushing to the door, I quietly lock it while I let out a few grunts.
“Fuck, man. Give me at least ten more minutes.”
“Ten?” I overhear Alvin’s laugh. “Making her nice and wet for us, Nate?”
“Yeah, yeah!” I cringe at his words while I’m fumbling to pull out my phone. I don’t know if the service is still working because I couldn’t even pay the fucking bill, but I still have a few bucks left when it used to be a pay-as-you-go line. “Let me make sure she’s nice and ready.”
“Alright, man,” Chris encourages. “Heck, we’ll give you fifteen since you’ve been such a champ for us.”
“Yeah! Let him take his time and enjoy,” Alvin agrees, the two of them laughing like the sick bastards they are.
It makes my stomach churn while I fight the tears forming in my eyes.
This is all wrong.
This isn’t how shit was supposed to end.
“Thanks!” I choke out, which works in my favor since it makes me sound like I’m struggling to get through a rut.
Their laughter trails behind me as I rush back to Astraea. She still looks miserable, but I need to figure out a way to get her out of here before these fuckers have their way. I fumble with the screen as I rush to the washroom and quickly close the door so no one hears my rushed words.
“Please, please, pick up.”
I’m calling the one person I know, no matter what, will pick up my phone.
Even if he hates me down to his core.
“Please! I beg you, pick up!” I beg the phone just as the line blares to life.
“Nate. Not no?—”
“ASTRAEA’S HERE!” I stress with urgency, trying not to sound so loud but unable to hide my panic and distress. “Nathaníel, listen. I didn’t do it. I didn’t know! I… I need help now! Only fifteen minutes! They’re gonna fucking rape her in fifteen minutes!”
The dead silence that follows my words makes me panic even harder as I pace like a crazed fucker.
“I didn’t know! I was getting chemo when Alvin and Chris called and said there was a helicopter for me. Brought me to this fancy warehouse place. It’s guarded up. Tall, big-ass bodyguards in black suits. When I entered, there were two other packs here. I don’t fucking remember their names. They’re in alliance with the Rosedale pack, even though they didn’t do shit when they were bankrupt.” I’m talking so fast, I can only hope they can understand me.
“They’re all here. Fucking twenty-plus dudes. Maybe thirty… I didn’t count. I couldn’t. I-I-I just walked in, and Alvin and Chris were telling me I should go first because of the resemblance.”
I try not to fully panic, feeling how hard it is to breathe, but knowing down in my soul I can’t pass out here. I have to do one fucking good thing in my life and try to get this Omega out of this situation.
Yes, I hated her.
I despised that she walked into our lives and was able to sweep my friends from under their feet.
But it was more than that.
I envied her. Was jealous she could read every one of them. She could see and accept their flaws and how effortless it was to understand them.
She could speak the language I felt was so hard for me to understand and express. To get them to open up and excel in this life while I felt left behind in the same spot I was when she arrived.
I didn’t want to accept the truth that she could probably help me if I let her, and I fucking regret it now. I sat in my hospital bed, realizing if she knew I was getting treatment, she would have come and sat at my bedside, even if I was the villain in all of this.
She would have brought everyone together to support me, no matter our differences.
I fucked all that up.
All because I couldn’t picture the idea of her saving the pack I desperately wanted to save. The pack I wished would prosper because of all the hard work I did.
I didn’t want her to steal my glory… yet look at my end.
“Th-The patch thing. They ripped it off. It’s gone,” I emphasize. “I-I don’t know how to stop her Heat. She’s burning up like crazy and is drenched. She’s going to get sick. I’m trying to stall. Told the fuckers to give me fifteen minutes, but fuck, there’s no way out of this joint. I-I-I…”
Tears spill down my cheeks as I realize how fucking doomed I am. Even if I resist, I won’t fucking last long at all. Not in the state I’m in.
“If I wasn’t sick…” I sob and can’t stop the whimpers. “If-If I was strong like you or Icarus… I could have carried her out or fought these fuckers. If-If I was smart like Kenji, I could have figured out a hiding spot or a way out of this place. Heck… if I was talented and skilled like Kai… I could have just blown these fuckers out one by one. B-But… I’m not good at any of that shit. I’m only good at being a coward,” I cry.
“N-Nate…” I’ve never heard Nathaníel’s voice so deep and low, but it only makes me feel more dreadful at the reality at hand.
“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry… I-I… I’ve been a shitty brother ever since Suzy. I didn’t know how to cope when she died. I knew I was the culprit in her demise, but I didn’t want to accept it. I didn’t want to believe I could stoop so low for money but… to repeat this shit to Astraea. I… I never wanted this for her,” I sob.
“I was jealous of her. How she’s able to walk into your lives and just fix everything. She’s pretty and fucking confident. Her talent oozes out of her, and I could see that. I knew she was going to be the Omega that changed you guys’ lives, and fuck! I was just mad and jealous that she’d be able to do that while I wanted to fix this shit for years. To fix what I destroyed.”
I hiccup and try to calm down, but there’s no point.
“They said I won’t make it to the fourth round of chemo,” I quietly whisper, repeating the words I overheard the nurse say in pure happiness. They were shit-talking about me, thinking I was asleep when I was wide awake, listening to it all. “Just my luck, right? Two months to live despite doing treatment that makes me so weak and brittle. I guess it’s the perfect karma for someone like me. I deserve this nonsense.”
“Nate. We’ll figure it out. We have your location. We’re almost there.”
“You won’t make it on time,” I whisper. “It’s only ten minutes. The moment they see you’re coming, they’ll hurt her. Fuck, they’ll kill her.”
“They won’t?—”
“You know how many Omegas have died from these fuckers? You know how many of them I’ve had to help bury in the big-ass grave on the outskirts of town. You think all those missing Omega posters and shit were some fake propaganda to act as if there wasn’t a real crisis going on?”
My words silence any rebuke, allowing me to breathe loudly before I sigh.
“The cemetery near Oakwood residence. That’s where they all are. There’s no time for me to say all the names. Heck, I can’t even remember half of them, but the Rosedale pack and their alliance packs are involved. It’s a whole organization,” I confess. “I couldn’t say anything because they blackmailed me. The same reason why I didn’t want you guys to get an Omega… because any Omega I got close to, they would bring to that place and kill.”
I can feel the heavy atmosphere through the phone, but there’s a sense of relief knowing I can say my truth.
“I never meant to get involved in this. It just… happened because I wanted enough money to do that audition. To become a star. It led me down this haunting hole, and I used drugs and alcohol to ignore the nightmares chasing me every fucking night. The screams of those Omegas as they just died after being raped and abused. I couldn’t say shit because I knew they would drag me down, too, and then my career would be ruined. They threatened to destroy the whole band. I couldn’t let you guys go to jail and shit for what I participated in. For what my selfishness caused.”
I take a few deep breaths, sniffing back and trying to calm myself down.
“I told Nathaníel to get away from here… threatened you to go… so that if any shit happened, they wouldn’t throw it on you. We… we look identical, and people didn’t know I had a twin brother. I didn’t want those fuckers knowing about you. Pulling you into this shit and using it against you!” I confess.
“You were so smart and successful. You were talented in so many areas, I knew you’d make something great for yourself, but if they plagued you with my wrongs… you wouldn’t be able to escape it. Heck, you’d assume you’re protecting me and let them throw you in jail for life if it meant I still had a chance to be a rockstar. I couldn’t fucking live with that. I could barely live with Suzy’s death. How the fuck could I move on, knowing my older brother was rotting in jail because of me?”
That was the real truth I never had the balls to admit.
“So… you can use this call to say the truth. That all of you guys are innocent, and if these fuckers try to take down Blooming Salvation, they’re all lying bastards who are responsible for the deaths of over 100 Omegas,” I declare firmly, hoping they’re recording my every word so they can give it to whoever they need to that will deliver the justice those Omegas deserve.
Maybe now they won’t haunt me.
“We’ll figure it out, Nate,” Nathaníel growls.
I know he’s mad. I expect him to be furious with me, but he hasn’t hung up the phone yet, which means I have a shot at redemption in his eyes.
That’s why, no matter what, I knew my brother would always help me when I needed him the most.
“I know I’ve been an ass. I know… I’ve been the most horrible person ever… but… don’t think I didn’t love you. Admire you. Fucking wished to be you, even though we look the exact fucking same. I wish I could communicate like you. That I didn’t have so much anger and resentment when I was the culprit of it all. I just wish I could admit how much I missed our brotherly bond. How much I missed my best friends! How much I wanted to be loved and adored. Not just by fans but by an Omega who actually yearned to know me. The real me. Not just this fake shit.”
I mean every word as I rise up. I know the time is almost up, and I have to face the challenge ahead. I just want to make sure I project my words properly.
That I can express my feelings the correct way.
“I just wanted to be forgiven for Suzy’s death. To… tell Mom and Dad I’m sorry. To tell you, Nathaníel… that you’re still the best brother I could ever ask for… I… I’m just sorry, okay?”
“S-Stop talking like shit is going to end. We’re seconds awa?—”
The line suddenly drops, making me realize whatever units I had left are out. I look at the phone, realizing that’s all I’m going to be able to say to my brother and my ex-friends. It’s nostalgic when I think about it, but I guess this is the right thing to do.
Leaving the washroom, I’m back in the room, hovering over Astraea before I crouch down. She still looks miserable, but she’s not shivering as much. I take off my jacket, laying it on her, hoping it’ll give her a bit more warmth before I press the video button on my phone.
I notice the slight movement in her face, watching as her eyes barely open, fighting the heaviness of whatever drug they must have doped her up with.
“Shh,” I encourage, hoping to sound more like Nathaníel so she doesn’t panic. “Everything going to be okay, alright?” I whisper. “I’m gonna get you out of here.”
She looks confused, her brows meshing together, but there’s a haze of exhaustion that takes over the lines of her face, which tells me she’s going to fall unconscious any moment now.
“N-Na…” she tries to speak, which makes me give her a sad smile while my tears begin to fall once more.
“It’s okay. The others are going to be here and get you out, okay? Just sleep.”
She’s fighting the pull of the drug, but I know she won’t win against the heavy narcotic.
“Nathaniel,” she mutters, and for a moment, I dare to think she’s referring to me. The real me.
“Nathaníel,” I correct her and smile as I lean down and very lightly press a kiss to her forehead. “Sleep, Astraea. I’ll get you out of here. I promise.”
I see lines of defiance forming on her face, which is pretty funny and ironic to me, making me smile. I guess if this is the last time she sees me before I’m locked in prison for all eternity, she can remember me as the cocky asshole with the stupid grin.
“Nate,” she spits out the name, and I can tell she isn’t referring to my brother. “Nat…han…iel. Nate… Jr… Nate…” she repeats the different abbreviations of my name, but then she’s slipping away. “Don’t… go…”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I assure her while my tears end up falling onto her cheeks. “I’m right here. Until the end.”
Her lips part to say something, but her drooping eyes finally close, and I know she’s lost consciousness.
“Sorry, little rockstar,” I quietly whisper and press my forehead against hers. “I was too scared to try to claim you. Too frightened of the skeletons in my closet. Maybe… we would have faced them together, but… alas, I don’t think it was destined to end that way.”
Smiling with my resolution, I lean away and lift the phone so I can be in the frame of the recording.
“I don’t know what’s going to happen now… but I want to ensure you know… what a shining light you are. That… you shone so brightly, like the rockstar on stage you are, that I couldn’t let anything else happen to you.”
I smile to the best of my ability.
“I’m sorry, Astraea. I’m sorry, Icarus, Kenji, and Kai. I’m sorry to my twin older brother, Nathaníel, and my loveable parents. I’m sorry to all my fans who wanted to see me strive in this cruel world.” I let my tears fall. “Maybe if this world had more balance… where Alpha didn’t think Omega were but tools, and maybe if Omegas were given the chance and independence to pick those they truly love than forced into these relationships… maybe we’d finally live in a world that makes us happy. Makes us all equal.” I shrug.
“Until then… don’t become me. A sad rockstar who was too infatuated with fame to realize the damage he was causing to the world around him. Learn from my mistakes… and well… roar on, Blooming Nation.”
I end the video there, letting out a breath before I tuck the phone into the blanket, knowing it’s secured against Astraea’s chest.
“You done, bro?” Alvin calls out. “There’s a commotion. We’re gonna have to move bases!”
The door begins to wiggle, making Chris curse.
“Yo. The door is locked!”
“Bro! Open up! We gotta go!”
I rise up, turning to focus on the door that rattles against the lock. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my lighter and the last cigarette in the box that I’ve been reserving for a moment like this.
Lighting it up, I take a few puffs, knowing this will probably be my last cigarette ever. I try not to think about it while enjoying the burning taste between my lips before blowing out the smoke.
“Echoes of You,” I whisper the song’s name, having listened to it throughout my chemotherapy. “What a perfect song. Said everything I wanted to say.”
When the doors finally surge open, gunshots are being let loose in the background, but Alvin and Chris skid to a stop when I light up the lighter and hover my hand over Astrae’s body.
“One move and she’ll be on fire like the rest of this place.”
“Fuck! Nate, we don’t have fucking time for this!” Alvin screams while Chris points back to where the guards are cursing and yelling at one another.
“Dammit, Nate! We’ve been infiltrated! We got to— GAH!” Chris’s body jolts before it drops to the floor.
Alvin gasps and spins around to see where the bullets are coming from, but he’s next to get shot, three bullets hitting him right and center. He doesn’t even get to gasp before he’s on the ground, convulsing and bleeding out.
A man in all black rushes in, his gun in his grasp, as a single red dot lands on my chest.
Their eyes lock onto mine, and I can see the immediate resemblance.
There’s that driven strive, those haunting blue eyes that seemed to be passed down to the woman lying unconscious on the floor, unaware of everything that’s happening.
It’s rather ironic how all of this seemed to play out.
That my end would be from the man Alvin and Chris were saying wouldn’t stand a chance of saving his daughter from their mastermind of a plan.
Maybe they didn’t realize cunning and smarts ran in the family.
At least, they’ll see from the afterlife who stole their final spark of life away.
I smile as I let the lighter slip from my grasp.
The movement leads to the three rounds of bullets that hit me right on, the jolting impact sending me backward until I’m flat on my back, bleeding out from the bullet wounds.
All I can see is dancing flames, realizing I must be staring at the fireplace. I’m so close to it, yet I suddenly can’t feel its warmth. Instead, I feel all the warmth beginning to slip away, leaving me feeling frigid and unmoving.
I can feel my body struggling to breathe, and I can hear my own gasps of life, but all the sensations are running away from me, while all I can hear is my rapidly beating heart struggling to pump blood to all my vital organs.
It doesn’t matter now.
Those organs were going to fail soon enough.
Maybe they’ll be used for something good since I signed the documents to put my organs up for donation. I hope the bullets missed my heart, for maybe that could help someone else who vitally needs it, but I say a little prayer, hoping whoever does get it never carries the immense hatred I had in mine.
Someone’s calling my name.
I can hear it.
For a moment, I see a shadow above me, then rain falling. Beautiful single droplets fall on my face while I feel a glimpse of warmth embrace me.
For a few seconds, there’s my older brother.
God, I wonder if he knows what an ugly crier he is. I guess I should know because I look like shit when I cry, which is why I only do it in silence, so no one can see how much I’m hurting.
It makes me want to smile.
To give him one last happy look so he knows everything is going to be okay. I think I muster it because he’s crying even harder, his mouth moving, pleading with me, but it’s sad to admit, I can’t hear what he’s saying anymore.
I’m fading away, which seems scary to me, but suddenly it’s not. There’s this nice warmth before a shimmering light, and suddenly, I see someone I don’t expect.
“Suzy?” I don’t hear my voice, but I know I said the single name because there she is, smiling in my direction. How beautiful and radiant she looks as she offers me her hand, as if she’s ready to lead me away from the chaos and mayhem and into a place of peace.
A space of serenity.
I don’t hesitate to take it, feeling my tears of relief roll down my cheeks.
“I’m sorry, Suzy. I’m sorry.”
Her smile grows, and she nods her head as if she understands everything. She understands it all. She just gets me.
She pulls me forward, and I don’t hesitate to be taken along.
The warmth simply grows. It shimmers and hums.
I’m not afraid anymore. I’m ready to face the consequences awaiting me. I’ll miss everyone… but at least I won’t be in pain anymore.
I’ll be free. To sing. To roar. To be good… and do good.
I guess Astraea was never meant to be my Omega… but she found where she belongs.
She’s their Omega now.