Alpha and Omega

5. Epsilon (Ε,ε)

When I woke up in the morning, I was one hundred percent sure that it was over. I could tell immediately and felt an incredible sense of relief that everything was getting back to normal.

Well, almost everything. It was the first time I'd spent this time not alone, but with an alpha. And speaking of Konstantin, whose voice came to me from the kitchen next door, I was really glad he was still here.

I had a quick shower and was finally able to get dressed without the insistent urge to rip my clothes off again.

Perhaps this time I had spent more time than usual choosing my clothes and taking care of my appearance. Never before had I felt the need to think about what I should wear and whether my hair was perfectly combed because of someone else. And yet now I had spent more than twenty minutes in the bathroom because of Konstantin.

And then I spent another five checking the result in the mirror.

My black hair was still curling strangely at the sides, my brown eyes looked a little tired, but otherwise my face seemed the same as always, the face of an ordinary seventeen-year-old boy. No, not ordinary, unfortunately. On the contrary, I was quite extraordinary. I was an omega.

I ran my eyes over the mirror once more. My black jeans were hanging a little off my hips, but it was impossible to tell under my long-sleeved T-shirt. I was always losing some weight during these periods.

I heard someone enter the room next door and that was what made me leave the bathroom.

"How are you feeling?" asked Konstantin, who had now sat down on the only chair in the room that wasn't covered in piles of my clothes, and smiled encouragingly. Even with a clear head, he still looked like the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen.

"Good," I assured him, though I was sure Konstantin could see that for himself.

He examined me closely, almost as if he were surprised to see me in clothes for a change. But before I could make any witty comment, he said in a serious voice, "I'm sorry about yesterday, I shouldn't have taken it so far. I lost control."

"You certainly have nothing to blame yourself for," I grinned, I was in a great mood. But then again, I always was when this ordeal was finally over. "Because if you had really lost control, it would have looked quite different. In that case, I'd have the imprint of your teeth on my neck and a rather serious problem sitting down right now."

He laughed, obviously glad I wasn't making a big deal out of it. Well, why? He might have gotten a bit carried away, but not many alphas in his situation could have handled it better. Besides, it was almost nothing.

"Still, I crossed the line."

"So it doesn't usually happen like this?" I asked.

"Usually it's really mostly talking, there are some innocent touches and hugs now and then, but not like yesterday with you. Never like this."

"Aren't you just saying that to make me feel special?"

"You know, you're quite talkative." He remarked instead of answering, smiling amusedly.

"I have to prove to you that I am capable of more than just a few simple sentences," I replied cheerfully, before adding something that I just had to tell him. 

"I may have sworn never to tell any of you alphas this, but..." I paused, took a deep breath and finished, "thank you for being here with me, it really helped."

He nodded and smiled beautifully. Then he stood up and walked over to me, he seemed to be thinking about something and then he asked, "Why do you hate alphas so much? Have you had any bad experiences with them?"