Her Omega

Chapter 4-Trevor

I stand in nothing but a pair of extra large, striped blue boxers as my scary ass alpha lays out the ground rules for her pack. Although I am grateful for her protective side, I don't see a life in which my whole school doesn't know some version of my humiliation on Monday when I go back. And I know that there is probably a phone somewhere on the boy wolves phones that have a full recollection of me being carried and even maybe groped on the ass. UGH I think to myself, embarrassment in full swing. And the Luna thing too! That's a girl's title. Why doesn't she accept that I'm a boy? A man. Male?

Butt groping and carrying were supposed to be reserved for the female population. If anything I should be slapping her ass. I cringe even as I think it, knowing I will not be going anywhere near this woman's anything. She scares me too much.

I glance over to where the twenty something year old stands, talking with the absolute thug who gave me the boxers. Ugh! Why is everyone here twice my size! I think/scream looking down at my parachute looking boxers.

"Okay, we will see you all tomorrow!" the alpha says, full of a dark excitement. I look up to her and cringe when I meet her eyes. A mysterious expression takes over her face as she looks at me. She struts towards me quickly, grabbing my hand and dragging me up the stairs with her. I look down at the pack as they give me sympathy smiles, laughing a little at their alpha's actions. Right before the pack was out of view I made direct eye contact with Jackson, the guy who made fun of me earlier. A wicked sneer takes over his face as he laughs to himself. I gulp, suddenly worried for my life as the pack disappears from view. Why were they all giving me that look?

We walk down an extremely long hallway to a mysterious door at the very end.

"This is our room love" she says, turning back to meet my gaze head on. I shiver a little at the look in her eyes.

"Wait! Our room?" I ask, looking confused.

"Yes, my room and yours." my cheeks get heated as I think about sharing a bed with this woman. Nope definitely not.

"Ummm.." I say, trying to put brakes on my feet as she drags me along.

"There is no um. We are mates now. I cannot protect you properly if you aren't in my bed." She says, smirking widely now. A full shudder goes through my body when she says 'My bed'. For some reason the way she said it sounded more dominant than all of the things she has said and orders she has given me so far. My face pales as I understand her meaning. I will be sharing her bed. For the rest of my life I will be sharing 'her' bed. For some reason the fact that I will not be a top anywhere near this lifetime connects in my head at that moment and I grieve my loss.

"What, pray tell me, is causing that delicious look on your face right now?" The top asks me, staring at me with what I can only describe as hunger.

"Nothing" I say quickly, blushing wildly again at being caught

"Don't make me force you to tell me." she says darkly. I look at her and realize she is serious. I definitely don't want her to force me to tell her. My pride has taken too many hits already.

"Well umm. I was just thinking about..." I hesitate, not knowing how to explain what I was thinking. She raises an eyebrow at me, telling me to go on.

"I guess I just didn't realize I would ever be a... um..a like.. a bottom." the last word I say rather quickly, obviously embarrassed by my thoughts about our sex life. "I mean I'm an omega but I'm still a guy." I explain, more embarrassed than I have ever been. I look down at my shoes. I feel absolutely awkward as I stand with my gangly teenage body on full display for her in my huge boxers.

"Oh baby, I know you're a boy" the alpha says, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look her in the eyes. Her eyes darken. "But not all boys were meant to be tops. And baby boy, you were made to be under me." she practically growls.