TW: Mentions of grooming, self harm and trama related to human trafficking.
Darion's P.O.V
I woke up with my face buried deep in the softest pillows in the world, my body felt stiff from the waist down and I mentally slit my throat remembering why. I can't believe i fucking passed out FROM THE TIP!!!! He ain't even that bi- let me stop lying because that 7 inches long 2 inches wide is a little crazy if you ask me. I looked at my surroundings and furrowed my brows at the lack of my mates scent in the room, that means he must of left a while ago and not have cuddled me while I slept; which makes my chest feel tight. I get up and carefully make my way to the bathroom, the stretched skin around my butthole aching slightly as I waddled like a penguin to the shower (I don't feel like using the bathtub today, for the obvious) I let the water turn a nice like warm that totally isn't scorching hot and get in; the warm liquid making my tense and sore muscles relax under it.
I stands there for about 4 minutes doing nothing and letting the insanely powerful water pressure wash away my embarrassment before deciding to wash my ass, scrubbing my skin vigorously and letting my body air dry as I walked out of the bathroom still dripping wet but not caring if the expensive wooden floors gets water on them. I open Zhou's closet and dig through his stuff trying to find a shirt that would at least not make me look like I'm being devoured by it, I setting on a plan white dress shirt and quickly put it on; his scent is extra strong on this one and his cologne is driving me crazy. I go over to my wardrobe and put on a simple pair of sweatpants before leaving the comfort of our room to feed myself and possibly find the friends that I was supposed to meet with earlier.
I get distracted as I sniff Zhou's shirt while I carelessly wandered down the long stretch of corridor that belongs to the head of the pack that I end up slamming into....a wall? No I'm in the middle of the corridor; I look up from the ground and I'm met with two sharp eyes piercing down at me.
"Who said you can be here, omega?" He said with his tone so deep my core shook and my wolf immediately screaming at me to get the fuck up and run. I tried my best to look unaffected but my shaking limbs gave me away, I stand up but keep my head held low as I slightly stepped back.
"Why do you smell like my brother, fuck it's disgusting." He scrunched up his nose as if he was smelling the most foul shit ever, I got offended because WHO IS HE to tell me my mates scent is disgusting?
"If your brother is Zhou then I'm your Luna. You really shouldn't use your alpha voice with me, it's rude" I said through a fake smile, since he's Zhou's brother I guess I should tone it down a bit.
"Oh my bad," he smiled back, "you seemed to have mistaken me as someone who gives a fuck." His smile dropped and he rolled his eyes, pushing pass me as if I wasn't there and opened one of the many doors and slamming it shut. I stood there absolutely baffled before flipping off his door and continuing on my way to the kitchen and by the time I get there I'm starving from all that walking (yes, I'm unfit).
In the kitchen the scary secretary lady is sitting on one of the many coffee tables drinking -you guessed it- apple juice.
"Goodmorin Michelle, you look quite dashing today." I gave her a warm smile, she looked up from her phone and gave a small bow towards me.
"Good AFTERNOOD Luna, I trust you slept well?" She returned the smile and my mouth fell agape at the realisation that it is in fact afternoon because it's six minutes to three. I chuckled slightly at my embarrassment and pour myself some honey flakes and milk.
"Yes I did...ummm," I awkwardly sat in front of her, "Where is Zhou by the way?" I said before taking a nice big spoonful of my breakfast and enjoying the crunching sound in thy ears as I chewed (sometimes I like to daydream and pretended I'm a cannibal eating human soup with nice soft crunchy bones in them).
"He's gone to pick up young master Luci from the Airport, his younger brother." She repiled, although her attention is fully on her phone as she texts someone with a slight smile on her face.
"You mean his brother? But I just saw his upstares" I raised a brow, who the he'll names their son Luci? Such a gay name for a man.
"Ah yes, the young master has a habbit of making the Alpha run behind him like he's his father or something. He's on his way back from the airport, which is like 7 hours away." She said not really paying attention to her words, I raised my eyebrows at her slight change from a professional deminor to a rather nonchalant but slightly annoyed one. She quickly realizes her mistake and apologizes, finally putting down her phone.
"It's fine, I'll be up in our room until he gets back, enjoy your apple juice" I said as i got up without waiting for her to respond and made my way back up the tall flight of stairs and down the long stretch of hallway. All this talk about Zhou's siblings has got me thinking of my half brother, Ashton. It's been five whole years since I've last seen my little brother, he should be about 17 or so now. I wonder how he's doing, I assume well since he is mothers favourite child; since he came from a caring man who loved her and not some illegal immigrant from Sudan who forced her to marry gin so he could stay in America. I sighed as I opened the door to the bedroom and sat on the floor, thinking back to my childhood and to the day my dad traded me off to some rich white guy for a car that ended up killing him and how my mother watched with a blank expression as I cried for her to not let me go.
I stayed in that "training camp" until I was 11 then I got to see my mother again, I also got to meet my little brother who although was only one year younger than me he had the body for a 7 year old. I remember taking care of him while my mother and his father went out on dates every weekend, he was the cutest thing and he is the reason I want to become a 'mother' to someone some day.
But I also had some resentment because of how differently our mother treated us, she would applaud him for the smallest things (like getting up to piss in the night and not wetting the bed) while she barely even looked at me, eventually she sent me back to that same camp and never came back to visit or even sent a letter. This fucked me up bad and I was depressed for a while, I trace my fingers along the barely visable slits on my wrist and arm. I chuckled dryly at a 'joke' that one of the instructors at the camp told me when i first started cutting
"Good thing you're a negro, the scars won't show much because of your shit skin" he chuckled humorously, like he's fucking dave Chappell and he delivered the joke of the century.
I started hyperventilating at the memory of my time there and I clutch Zhou's shirt to calm myself down, wishing that he was here to hold me and reassure me that nothing will happen to me...that he'll give me the love I desperately wanted as a child. I feel pathetic even thinking like this, I hate that I already rely so heavily on him and yet here I am.
The door behind me shifts a bit as someone tries to open It, I get up to allow them to enter. Zhou's eyes widen as he looks at my swollen fave, his tired eyes lighting up with worry as he sees my tear stained cheek and red eyes. He closes the door and hugs me, rubbing my back as I cry into his chest softly; he lifts my up and takes me over to the bed and covers me with the blanket.
I settle down a bit and no longer feel the need to receive his verbal reassurance because the way his is holding me in his arms with lips gently placing kisses on my forehead and cheeks is enough to make me feel a way his words could never communicate efficiently enough for me to belive. The warmth coming from his body and the soft beating of his heart is enough to make me feel.....safe.
Something I've never felt...until now.
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Sorry for the late upload..... I had writers block 💔😭
I'll try and see of I can squeeze in another chapter by Sunday but no promises😋
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