Orphaned from Love

Chapter 11

"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love." -Sophocles

I woke up to the sun shining on my face. The warmth seeping into the pores on my face. The big, strong arm was still around my waist. I could feel a wall of strength pressed against my back. 

"Good morning, Honeysuckle." Ryker hummed. I smiled softly at his words. He nuzzled his head into my hair and took a deep breath. 

"Good morning Ryker." I say. 

'Fuck. Just fuck already.' Sybil groaned. 

'That sounds like an excellent idea.' Fiadh agreed.   

'Yeah, give me control!' Selene said. 

They started arguing and who should get control on fucking Ryker. I rolled my eyes at them as a headache began its approach. 

"Today, I want to learn how to shift." I say. I feel him move from behind. Not sure if it was from discomfort or possessiveness.

"Okay. I'll have all my plans cleared today." He says.

"But as an Alpha you have to rule the pack. Not only that but you just became king yesterday. There will be pills of paperwork fo you to do." I worried.

All he did was snuggle closer. I'm not sure how much closer he could get. There was practically no room between us.  

"That can wait."

I rolled my eyes and tried to get up but couldn't. He pulled me back down making me release a yelp. I was on top of his chest, hands pressed against his bare chest. 

"What's the password." He asked.

"What?"

"You can't leave this bed unless you give the password." He says.

Was he being serious? There are million of different words in th world. For all I know he could've picked a word like 'adieu' or 'balloon.' 

"How am I suppose to know?" I question.

"Well, I could give you a hint." He teases.

"Sure."

He lifts his hand and starts to trace my jaw. It slowly trails down to the nape of my neck. Then it glides across my collarbone. It sends shivers down my spine. 

My eyes widen and my heart speeds up. My breaths quicken and I find it impossible to look at him in the eyes. I can't think, my mind is swirling down into a deep pit. Starting to hyperventilate, I see Ryker's eyes cloud with worry. Movement is underneath me and soon I'm sitting up. A hand is placed on my back, grounding me to reality. 

"It's okay Elva. You're okay," his sweet, deep voice rings out, "I'm so sorry honeysuckle. I wasn't thinking in the moment and I made you hurt. I'm so sorry."

"It's no your fault. It was mine. I should be a better mate. You don't deserve me. There are other girls stronger than I am. You should've rejected me..." I get cut off from a loud growl from him. 

"It's not your fault and I love you!" He says. I gasped. He loves me? But I don't even know what love is. How can I be loved when I don't even know what love is?

After a few minutes, my breath comes back to normal. 

"We should get ready." He says. 

I just my head and get up. I make my way to bathroom. I close the door and only then do I hear him get up and walk to the closet. 

I wash myself up making sure that I look presentable. I go out into the closet. Laying on a chair, is clothes and a piece to paper. 

On the paper it says:

Elva,

I have an urgent matter to take care of but will be back for lunch. I picked out clothes that will help you shift.

- Ryker

I smile at the note then set it down. The clothes he has laid out are black pants and an oversized yellow shirt. I slip them on and look for a pair of shoes that are not heels. 

In this big closet, my clothes took up more room than any of Ryker's. In this monstrous closet, you think they would have at least one pair of gym shoes. 

I settle on combat boots and make my way out of the room. I ask a couple of Omegas where the dining room was. Their directions were confusing. How does someone ever navigate through this place?

When I arrive to a big room with a long table, Omegas are hurrying around with platters stacked high with sandwiches. Some have chips on them and others have vegetables.

I sit down in a chair and immediately two Omegas are next to me.

Their heads are tipped, looking at the ground. "Is there anything we can get you princess?" One of them asks. 

I'm too surprised that they came straight to me to give a response. "Uh... no? I can do it myself." I say.

They just take a step back, their heads still bowed. I don't understand why. Aren't Omegas similar to Warriors? And aren't Warriors the same as a Delta and Beta? And aren't a Delta and Beta the same thing as an Alpha? My mind can't help but go down in an endless loop of questions.

I look around the table and plate myself a sandwich and some veggies. By the time I'm almost done, Ryker walks in and sits down at the front. I'm at the far end of the table as he is at the head of the table.

"Honeysuckle, why don't you come sit next to me?"  All the Omegas have cleared from the hall except for the two from before and the two new ones helping Ryker. I cringe at the sobriquet getting used in public.

Reluctantly, I get up and walk to the head of the table. A chair has been pulled up right next to his. I sit in it as the Omegas bring my plate to me. They take a napkin and place it in my lap. Before me lays different size forks, spoons, and knifes. Why would one need this many?

As if sensing my confusion, Ryker sets down his spoon and explains. "We use the different utensils for different courses. Like for the soup," he gestures towards his bowl of soup, "we use a smaller one. You start from the outside and work in."

"So which one would I use for a sandwich?" I ask.

He lets out a chuckle. "That will require you to use your hands, honeysuckle."

My eyebrows furrowed with confusion. Maybe one day I'll understand this. For now, I'll just do what Ryker tells me.

Once we have finished our food, me way before he was, the Omegas pick up our plates and take them away.

"So are you ready to shift?"

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Sorry I took so long to update. I've been really busy. But I promise that I'll try to write more. I've great ideas for other stories!!!

- book_nerd_164