The Rejected Omega and his Alpha

Chapter Twenty-Two - Did You Check the Oven?

Jason never showed up to class that day. I would have sent him a message to check up on him, but we never exchanged numbers or anything. I couldn't help but feel that I should have done something when I noticed him walking off in the other direction. But if I had stopped him, then what? It's not like we were particularly close.

To try and ease the guilt weighing on my mind, I told myself that the next time I saw him I would try to see if he needed a friend.

The class went as much as I expected; an informational yet dull lecture about how gender plays such a significant role in our society. I was half-listening by the middle of the lecture, my writing assignment opened in front of me so that I could dot down some ideas when something the professor said caught my ear.

"...due to the fact that they exhibit more masculine traits and confidence compared to their counterparts. Despite being male, Omegas are often subjected to mistreatment and discrimination. Now, that is not to say that the struggles of male omegas are comparable to women in general, or even female omegas, but it is there all the same."

The professor went on to discuss how omegas are rarely seen in positions of power, often deemed to be weak, feminine, and overall a weaker candidate than a male Alpha. People tend to respect a person more based on looks rather than capability.

I surprised myself with how intrigued I was by the lecture topic. It made me take a scrutinizing look at how my life was also affected by the fact that I was an Omega.

For one, I was practically raised to think that my main purpose in life was to marry an Alpha, bear his children, and take care of the house. I never questioned it. But then again, why would I? It seemed that instincts were telling me the same, to find an Alpha, bear his seed. Start a family.

Oddly enough, I started to recall one of the first things Jason said when I first met him when I moved in with Derek. Even then, he was challenging my concepts of what it truly meant to be an Omega.

Yes, I couldn't help the hand life dealt me, but that wasn't to say that there was nothing that I could do to change it.

There was no homework assigned, and the professor looked quite pleased with himself. Looking around, I saw that a lot more people paid attention than usual, a look of contemplation on more than one face. If his attention was to get the dusty cogs in our minds churning and start to view our lives with a more critical eye, then missions accomplished.

That philosophical mindset lasted for a solid thirty minutes, which was roughly the amount of time it took me to drive home to see Derek splayed out on the couch in nothing but his underwear, snoring while an old football game played in the background.

Hormones threw higher thinking out the window and stomped on it for good measure.

As much as I wanted to just cuddle up next to him, he needed the rest. He's been through a lot the last couple of days, and the last thing I wanted was to disturb him because I caught a case of horndog.

I happened to see Jason again at a later lecture, and after working up the courage to ask for his number, asked if he would be interested in hanging out at our house. When I asked for his number, his eyes widened in shock, but then he smiled so wide I was surprised an agent for a dental ad didn't materialize right then and there.

Sadly, the smile quickly fell when I said I wanted Derek and him to start over, as their previous introduction was less than pleasant. He winched, likely recalling the conversation and how Derek was seconds away from committing an act of violence.

"Yeah, I probably shouldn't. I didn't make the best first impression." I snorted. Understatement of the year folks.

"To be fair, he didn't handle things well either." Jason didn't seem swayed by my answer, so I opted to go for the empathy approach.