The Unlovable Omega || Alpha x reader

|12| Vulnerable Confession

I flail around in the cold water, while leaning for the docks. The current is threatening to take me with her, as the dock seems out of my reach. I yell out to you, but still get no answer. "Please" I get desperate, as I feel the hypothermia set in. "Help me" but I know you won't come. The current pulls me under the surface, as my face becomes numb to the freezing temperatures. I fight to breath again above the water and grasp a few breaths. I can't scream anymore, as I get pulled under the water again. I can't believe I'm going to die like this.

Suddenly a strong arm reaches in the cold water and pulls me out in one go. I look up at your face and expect pure fury. "So- sorry I slipped I swear" I already begin appologizing, between heavy panting and coughing, but then notice your wet cheeks in disbelief. It seems you were crying. "Why are you-?" but I can't finish my question, as you lift me up to carry me inside. Your body gives me the same warmth as before that I now so desperately crave again. It's the same as our wedding night, just like I remember. I wrap my arms around your neck and squeeze you tightly to regain my feeling in my hands and arms.

When we reach the living room, after you passed the naked woman without even looking, you take the wet dress off of me. I want to complain about being naked again, but shut my mouth when I see you're worried face. I can't tell if you're worried about me or something else, but something seems to trouble you deeply. You wrap me in a blanket, before I can say much more and hold me close to the fire. I'm still doubting which words I should say, when someone else cuts the silence in a high pitched annoying voice.

"Um- hellooooo?"

"Get out" you yell inside the warm room, creating a heavy silence. "Bu-but we haven't even finished" the woman stutters out in disbelief. I stare at your now cold face, bracing myself for another outburst. I can feel your fury "Leave!" I flinch inside the blanket and your embrace, before hearing the woman leave in fear. Your arms wrap tighter around my waist, as the time between trembles grows. The fire glows a bright warmth across my face, as I close my eyes at the relaxing feeling.

I regain the touch in my cold fingers, so now turn around to face you and wrap them around your neck. You react to the freezing cold on the back of your neck, before showing the same unnameable expression again. For some reason now I could name it. It almost seemed obvious.

You were hurt, sad and broken.

"I -I'm sorry" I whisper against your chest, as I press myself deeper into you. "I know this marriage doesn't mean anything to you, but" I hesitate and stare at the floor. I continue, as I place my chin on your strong shoulder "It seems to mean something to me" I fidget with my fingers behind your neck "So I tend to want to know things about you" Your arms slide down my back, holding me tighter. You seem so calm, numb, almost like you need this embrace more than I do. "And seeing you with someone else, it -" I halt and push my nose in the warm skin of your shoulder in embarrassment "no forgot I said that" I quickly add.

There passes a long pause of us just both holding onto one another. You start to lean on my shoulder too when you finally break the silence. "I don't hate omegas because of their looks or weaknesses" Your voice sounds calm with a hidden hint of sadness. "It's because they bring back memories I'd like to forget" I lean closer onto your neck and lean my cold forehead into your warm skin, before finally asking "Was your mother an omega?" You don't answer, there just follows a long silence that agrees with my words. You lean further up my shoulder, as if not able to see me is helping this conversation. "She was strong emotionally, but physically so weak"

"My father would always win any fight, as she tried to hide her bruises from me and my sister" My fingers stroke a soothing pattern across your back's skin, which makes you continue. "It's not like we didn't notice, it was more of comfort thing, to just not talk about it" You take a deep breath and sigh deeply. "I always tell myself I don't want to turn out like my dad did, but then I look at you" Your voice behind me gets more quiet, before you clear your throat. "I've been treating you the exact same"