Alpha and Omega

18. Sigma (Σ,σ)

When I got home from school on Friday afternoon, I started getting ready for the party, which started at five.

I had a shower, changed into black jeans and a shirt, and even though it was obvious that almost no one would be there at five, I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

Because Mum had been hinting all week that she wanted to talk to me, and I had a pretty good idea of what the conversation would be like.

So I told her my plans for the evening right after she got home from work and was about to leave.

Unfortunately, she wouldn't let me.

"Will Konstantin be there?" She asked.

"No, it's only for people from school," I replied, remembering with regret the phone call with Konstantin when I'd cancelled our plans for the evening.

"I'll see him tomorrow," I added, letting her know that I wouldn't be home on Saturday either.

"Do you have five minutes?" She asked and I shook my head quickly.

"I'm in a hurry."

"Five minutes won't kill you," she caught me, pulling me mercilessly into the kitchen and sitting me down at the dining table.

I was horrified to discover that, as I suspected, she wanted to talk about certain intimate matters. Not that I hadn't had this kind of incredibly awkward conversation before, the last time being when I was fifteen and had my first heat.

And today's topic was no less awkward. 

My mother was under the impression that, now that I was dating Konstantin, I needed to be educated in the area of sexual relationships, especially the specific differences in the relationship between an alpha and an omega.

After about the second sentence of my mother's anatomically accurate description, I turned red as a beetroot.

"Mum, please," I stopped her, "do you really think I don't know anything about this?"

"It's not about what you know or don't know," she interrupted with a stern look. "Or that your father and I want to forbid you anything. Besides, Konstantin seems to be a pleasant, reliable young man."

"So what's the problem?"

"I just want you to understand that we have a responsibility for you until you're eighteen, and that responsibility lies with Konstantin as well. There are certain legal..."

"What is your point exactly?" somehow I didn't understand what he was getting at.

"Have you slept together?" She asked me without hesitation.

I blushed and said "None of your business".

"Well, yes or no?" My mother insisted, and I knew she wasn't going to stop this conversation until she got everything out of me.

"No," I admitted then, but I didn't tell her that it might happen very soon.

Perhaps tomorrow. Because we'd decided that instead of going to a restaurant, we'd go to Kon's for dinner and cook something together. And that was where the opportunity might arise.

"That's good, Konstantin is a decent boy," my mother said.

Sure, Konstantin was a decent, intelligent boy who wanted to take things slowly. Every parent's dream. But Konstantin had also told me last Saturday that he didn't want to push me away any more and that he would do what I wanted. And I certainly didn't want to wait any longer.

"Adrian, it's only when you're eighteen that you can legally choose your mate. Until then, I want you to be careful."

"Careful how? So that we don't sleep together until I'm eighteen?" That was exactly what Konstantin wanted. And now that I had finally convinced him, I didn't want to wait another three weeks. "I can't promise you that."