Hear Me: An Omega's Tale

17. Grace

The oversized shower sprays from above, as warm water trails down my bandage-free skin. Xander had removed them all only yesterday and although I wouldn't miss being injured, I would sorely miss the attention I received from the friendly giant. The way he would so tenderly touch my broken skin, the way his eyes would wander to places where no pain lay when he thought I wasn't looking. I enjoyed that too. the attention from a strong, ruggedly sexy, older alpha who knows how to properly care for an omega. A breed of I had thought not possible outside of fiction. 

I may not know much of the world, but every man I had ever met had been cruel and shallow. I had only ever learnt to never trust them. But not these men. Not the kind doctor who had been so patient with me. Not the eccentric alpha, who was always finding new, yummy things for me to try and especially not the kind omega who had welcomed me with open arms, despite having every reason not to. The jury is still out on Alec, but at least he hadn't been all that mean lately.

Only small patches of colour remain and the injury on my head and ribs are as though it never happened. 

In the past, It would usually take weeks, if not months for my body to fully recover from such injuries. But it had only been over a week since I had arrived here and so much had changed already, including my body. Three days ago all three alphas and James had lured me into Alec's office, with the promise of cake, only to tell me that I would be going into heat and very soon at that. 

I was terrified at the thought, but not surprised. Deep down I had known what was happening to me. The urges and physical pull to the men around me were becoming more intense by the day. It wasn't simply attraction. Every time I am near them my body screams for their attention, even their tattooed leader, who seems to be making himself far more present than I am comfortable with.

Before, he would often be scarce during meal times, but he hadn't missed a single one over the past three days. He barely says more than a greeting to me, or some barked-out order to eat more or drink more. But I would often feel the trail of his obsidian eyes, scanning me as I ate.

He was an expert at not letting his emotions slip into his scent, but the frown he adorned every time our eyes would clash let me know of his displeasure.

A reminder that no matter how much I crave these men, I can't have them. They said they would help me through this heat and when the second wave hits, Xander has something I can take to ease the pain, if I should need it. He has given it to me in preparation, it currently sits in my bedside drawer, a reminder of what I must face.

I shouldn't get my hopes up for a traditional kind of help with a heat. The kind I had been forced to learn about in preparation for my future alpha.

My body hums and my knees become weak as I hold onto the white, marble shower walls. The thought of them touching me, doing as they wished with me, swarms around my quivering frame with the rising steam of the large shower, large enough to fit at least two alphas. 

I turn the heat all the way down until the water is like ice on my heated skin, forcing myself to stay under the harsh stream far longer than I can stand.  

I can't go in there feeling like this...

I stay under the unforgiving stream until all feelings of lust are washed down the drain, as frozen as my pebbled skin.

Once I am dressed in another one of Xander's oversized shirts and a pair of Alec's joggers, which he had practically shoved into my hands before walking away, I exit the bathroom. Stubbornly telling myself that only one of the alpha's scents was a comfort and that it certainly didn't threaten my new, all-be-it-weak, resolve to not think of them.

A smile eases away the strain on my face when I walk into the bedroom to see James, lying in bed, with the book he has been reading to me since three nights ago. The Same night he had stubbornly told me that he would be sleeping here, for now.