Omega

Chapter 7

So Cain was dangerous.

Terrifyingly dangerous.

And I think I have the biggest crush on him.

What is wrong with me?

No seriously, help me figure this out! Let's go through the events that led me to this revelation: 

1. I just witnessed Cain kill a rogue with his bare hands- a feat difficult to accomplish in wolf form, let alone in human form. He basically just showed me what could've happened to me had I not started apologizing. I had to remember to get Daciana something nice later.

2. I also witnessed the satisfaction arise in Cain as he walked back to us. He still looked fundamentally unchanged, but his shoulders were looser, his gait smoother, his jaw more relaxed. He, all in all, looked refreshed.

3. I learned Cain carries cloth handkerchiefs. Cain grabbed his jacket from the table he lay it on earlier and took out another handkerchief from his pocket, like a legit monogrammed handkerchief -why is that hot?!- and finished wiping the remnants of the rogue from his hands and arms.

"My pants are muddy," he said to the alpha. Alpha didn't really seem pleased with his actions. 

"They also have blood on them," Alpha noted.

Cain looked down at his jeans taking in the sight. He had muddy, brown streaks at his knees and his shins from when he slid, along with a large stain on his backside, not that I was looking. (Okay, so I was totally looking!) But that was not as noticeable as the large dark burgundy stains covering the top of his jeans and his shirt. Light pink pieces of what must have been brain littered the middle of his chest.

"Yes, they do, don't they?"

And that was it.

I was hooked.

I could feel my heart beat speed up, feel my breath go erratic. I was quivering with the emotions that overtook my body, feverish with only moderately concealed lust. Luckily, my natural teenage hormonal state could account for the new waves of scent I was undoubtedly releasing. But I knew the truth; I was developing a crush.

You see, I can get a little... intense when I have a crush on someone. Now, I've never heard myself referred to as an outright stalker; but I will admit the word has come up in conversation. I like to think I just become immediately invested in all of my crush's interests, and hobbies,...and daily activities...and-anything-and-everything-that-could-be-mildly-associated-with-said-person- But that's just showing sincerity! And you really do learn a lot! I could write you a whole book about geodes (courtesy of Henry Olsen!) How was I supposed to do that with Cain? I didn't know where he lived, what he liked (except for killing apparently), or if my life was even considered secure? Besides, I still engaged in my hunt for the melty voice wolf, and I could not keep up with two crushes at once! My schedule would not allow it.

Alpha looked on Cain wearily as if this was a common occurrence. It made me realize that omega were not as isolated as I learned, at least not in respect to the alpha. It also made me realize that the wolf that saved my life was one of them. It just made sense: the way they moved in combat, the sheer precision, the look in every omega's eyes when they witnessed the carnage of their actions, when more was potentially in store. How could that wolf not be omega? I briefly considered the idea that Cain could be my mysterious wolf. He was an omega, after all. THE OMEGA, as everyone keeps pointing out. But if an accidental scratch was grounds for horrible violent death, missed curfew was at least cause for maiming. Cain... I could never tell if I would survive one day to the next. I think Cain actually wanted it that way, keeping me on my toes knowing if he wanted to walk by me and rip my throat out, he could anytime. The wolf I met in the forest that night; somehow, I knew that the only way I wouldn't survive was if I tried to run. Looking at me the way he did; I still get tingles (or chills depending on the day) thinking about it. If the events of the last month and few hours taught me anything about Omega, it was that I should abandon any and all crushes related to them to save myself the heartache (and hospital bill). It was the most logical conclusion, and yet...