Hear Me: An Omega's Tale

4. Ivan

The last thing I wanted to do was force the little nymph into submission. But the frightened creature had left me with no choice. We were getting nowhere and the longer she stayed on the floor, staring at me as though I might bite her head off when all I wanted, was to make sure none of her wounds had re-opened. The harder it was becoming to stop myself,  from giving into instinct. To hold her down, so I may inspect every inch of her body, licking each wound's pain away as I go. Though I highly doubt that it would be something the little nymph would appreciate one bit, at this moment in time.

I had worried she would be frightened when she awoke. Xander had mentioned bruising that outdated the car crash and too much evidence of past breaks in multiple bones, all over her little body. I do not doubt that the poor thing has more than suffered in that fucking centre.

The need to seek retribution for every second of suffering she had to endure, pulses through my body as true as each beat of my wrathful heart. Closing my eyes against the red-hot anger that threatens to take me, I take three deep, grounding breaths. The last thing I wanted to do was spook her out of the hormone-induced calm I had forced her into.

Ignoring the pang of guilt, telling myself it was necessary, I slowly edged forward, careful not to spook the skittish creature. It takes little effort to keep the constant purr rumbling in my chest as I move. I can feel the tension radiating from my Alpha brother and I can only imagine the restraint he is forcing on himself right now. Every instinct must be incessantly driving him to comfort and protect, the same as my own.

She is far too skittish and afraid for both of us to approach and Xander has never been much of a talker. This omega needs constant reassurance. Plus there's the fact that the man barely knows how to smile, he would probably give the poor thing a heart attack before we even manage to heal her. If he came barrelling over, grunting all dark and moody, It wouldn't matter that he's the type to have a hard shell and soft but not quite gooey centre. The little nymph has no idea of that yet.

Hesitantly, my hands slowly reach for the soft skin of her face, the back of my knuckles gently stroking the smooth milk cheek. All the while trying to ignore the way my body lights up with the need to take her into my arms.

Small steps.

Her eyes stare at me blankly. The liquid gold threaded in light brown seizes my heart and I know, I just know that I would do everything in my power to put this broken woman back together. All those that put those painful cracks in her heart, will burn at her feet for what they have done.

Her little head leans into my hand as a soft sigh escapes her perfect lips, leaving me stunned and frozen in its wake. An omega's submission is indeed one hell of a heady thing. The warmth of her skin barely has time to seep into my palm, before she's withdrawing as though I struck her. My hand tingle's with the remnants of her touch as I watch in sorrowful disappointment as terror and confusion sweep the gold into a storm of raging distrust.

She scrambles away as though my touch was poison, pressing far into the wall, eyes wide and breathing too rapidly.

Thorns make my heart bleed as I stand to my feet slowly, heart breaking further at the way her body cringes when I rise to my full height. She doesn't believe that we mean her no harm, though I feel it is more like she can't believe us. No matter what I say now, it will do no good.

Sighing deeply, I take one more look at the frightened omega. Taking pleasure in the way Xander's white T-Shirt covers her like a dress and my shorts fit like three-quarter trousers, This will be enough to calm me, for now. At the very least she carries two of our scents.

Deep possessiveness grips me as I force myself to back away until I'm standing next to Xander, who has already taken his place near the exit. The overwhelming need to stay raging in his eyes as we communicate without words. It was time to leave, perhaps she would rest easier if we were not here terrifying her.