Peppermint Omega

14

Waaaaaaiiiittttt! shouted little voice in my head. He was holding onto little squishy protectively. I shook my head and stepped back from him.

'What are you doing back here?' I snapped, finding some bravery from somewhere deep inside me. He was young but an alpha, nonetheless. He could easily break me. 'I thought I told you not to come back.'

'Answer me, Quinton,' he growled it out lowly. It was like he had turned primal. His demon eyes glowed with a possessive undertone that surprisingly turned me on, but I pushed that down to glare at him indifferently.

'I went out.'

His eyes narrowed as he stalked nearer, closing the gap between us. I knew I smelled like a mixture of things but not like sex. God, I wished I smelled like sex right now. That would have hurt his feelings.

'Where?'

Instead of answering him, I moved past him, only to be pulled back into his chest. 'Where?' he asked again, this time into the shell of my ear.

Oh, no. I knew what he was doing. I shivered and the tingles radiated throughout my body, all ending at my insides. Nope. With us just doing it not that long ago, my body hummed easily again.

'No,' I said firmly and squirmed out of his grasp. I looked up at him and held a hand up. 'No. You will go home.'

His demeanor completely changed from evil demonic presence to evil sex villain. Both were equally bad, I saw and watched his evil smirk play on his lips. 'Your body is inviting me in, little omega.'

'No,' I repeated, shaking my head but closed my eyes. He was right. My fucking betraying body started to hum as soon as he touched me. 'You need to go home.'

Ignoring me, he stepped closer to me, enough to let his chest press against my hand. I could feel how fast his heart was beating. Why? Wasn't this just a game to him? Maybe it was? It needed to be, but I also needed the game to be over, so I could pick up the pieces and clean up the board.

His long arm reached out as he rested a hand on my shoulder to move it up to my sweaty neck. The other hand grabbed mine on his chest, pulling it up to his lips. He kissed the palm before he used his teeth to nibble the pads behind the knuckles. His tongue tickled down a path to my wrist, and gently he bit at the heel of my hand.

It was so gentle and so soft. The expression in his eyes seemed so loving and endearing. I was overcome with emotion and started crying. Lucian paused, his own expression morphing between confusion and concern.

'Just leave me alone,' I whispered between sobs, retracting my hand from his. 'Go away. I don't want to see you again.'

He narrowed his eyes. Clearing his throat, his nonchalant attitude was back as he straightened and crossed his arms before his broad chest. 'No need to cry. You could have said that from the beginning.'

I looked at him as anger flooded my face.

'You are acting like we are dating,' he continued. 'It was just fun.'

Angry tears mingled with sad ones as I said nothing.

'It's been fun, little omega. No need for the clinginess.'

You fucking bastard! Making this out to be my fucking fault! My fists balled at my sides. If I had the strength, I would've decked him. Truly fought him.

I breathed easier though when I saw his back disappear down the hallway. Little voice, with fluff, whispered Maybe he will stay gone for good? I didn't know the answer to that, but it was good that he made it out to be his idea to stop seeing me. I mean, I didn't hate him, but this was dangerous for all three of us.

It would be better if he saw it that way, I thought as I opened the apartment door and locked it after stepping in. Through the darkness of the place, I navigated to the bedroom. The window there had a view of the parking lot across the street. I saw his car was still there, but the dome light was on. Several minutes had passed of me watching, before he took off with a squealing of the tires. Was he mad?

Exhaustion had finally reared its ugly head, and I laid down in the bed, clothes and all.

*--*

I felt like complete crap when I woke up the next morning. Just complete and utter shit. My body ached, especially my legs. Stupid thighs. I sat on the couch in yesterday's t-shirt and boxer briefs and rolled my neck. They had creeped up my leg to show a large hickey with teeth marks. Why did he have to eat me? Like literally?!

I ran my fingers over the mark and felt the familiar hum. Nope! 'We are getting it together. Forming a plan and moving on.'

Little voice and I had decided that keeping Mooncake was what we both wanted no matter the consequences to our body. We weren't young anymore and needed to be careful. Tracing the lines of the hickey once more, I moved to the bar and my laptop to start looking at options. Better care for Mooncake and I and a different job.

I liked where I was at, currently, and had been there for 10 years, since I barely graduated high school. But that wasn't enough now. With Mooncake to look after, I needed something a little more flexible, in a better school district, maybe even outside of the city. Moving to smaller town didn't seem like to bad of an idea.

I grew up with my grandparents in a suburb outside the current city I'm in now. I was left with a little bit of an inheritance, set aside specifically for me. Before her death and dementia, Grandmother had everything taken care of. I never had to make a decision, not that she wanted me to because she knew her death would involve me seeing my mother. Thankfully, Grandmother had set aside some of her things for me, like photo albums of us. I missed her and deeply regretted that she would not be able to meet her grandchild.

My morning and into the afternoon was spent filling out job applications for different call centers as well as several virtual positions. Mooncake was making their presence known by signaling my tummy to growl loudly. I had never been one to eat consistently. Maybe that was one of the reasons for my weight too. Eh, I shrugged and looked into the fridge. Nothing looked good.

I settled on eggs. Cracking shells on the side of the bowl and using a fork to scramble them with a little salt, pepper, and Italian seasoning [sneaking in greens] was all good until I poured them into the hot pan. The smell made my stomach lurch. Into the trashcan, my stomach emptied the remains of last night's snacks.

Using the same paper towel used to wipe the egg whites from my fingers, I wiped the spittle from my face. 'No eggs, Moonie. Noted.'

Turning off the stove and discarding the offending eggs, I slunk to the bathroom to take a shower and brush my teeth. I'll head over to Leather Bound and Perked Up. Moonie has got to like something over there.