Pleasures of an Omega- COMPLETED

Archer P.O.V. Four

Chapter: I Need To Workout More Often

These are Archers thoughts and what he does, blah blah blah. I always do a P.OV. for him.
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I'm currently upstairs folding laundry. I brought the hamper up from the laundry room next to the kitchen and up those creaky wooden death masters.

Yes I call my stairs 'death masters' only because I've managed to fall down them twice and fall once going up the stairs. The only reason I can supply for this is that the stairs have it out for me, not just cause I tend to run up them fast and slip. Not at all my fault, it's the stairs.

They're wooden and sanded down with a dark stain to make them look like death awaiting for you. Super glossy and if you run down or up with socks on, be prepared to fall. Those stairs will laugh at you too.

Growling when the other sock to my lucky blue matching pair is again missing, I decide to quit with the folding and do something else.

I walk down the hall and to the bathroom. "Well it needs to be cleaned." My eyes travel along the soap scum walls, dirty mirror, etc.

I gather my cleaning supplies: Clorox Toilet Bowl Cleanser, Comet, Lysol Tile Cleaner, Kaboom Foam Spray. Standing in the bathroom doorway equipped with my Lysol cleaner and Kaboom spray, I face this disaster.

Spraying the Kaboom and Lysol along the tiled wall I hold my breath as to not breathe in the chemicals. My lungs burn from holding in my small air supply. Dropping the cleaners I bolt from the bathroom and gulp down air. "Okay new tactic." Now that I found a mask to protect my nose and mouth (Like what surgeons use), I return to the chemical induced air of my bathroom. Toilet cleaner in the bowl, Comet on and around the sink, Swiffer wet Jet to mop the floors. In 30 minutes I'm finished and my bathroom is sparkling.

I had just put up all my supplies and had started to make a sandwich for lunch when my ears pick up a shout. I glance out my kitchen window above the sink that views the backyard. There's nothing out their.

I turn back around to the kitchen island and spread mayonnaise on my Turkey sandwich. My mouth waters in anticipation to eat this glorious sandwich of Turkey, Swiss cheese, mayo, mustard, and tomatoes. Another scream has me growling in anger at not being able to eat my sandwich.

"What the hell?" I set my sandwich back down on the plate and peer outside. My eyes widen to saucers when I see the scene outside.

Paisley is running around screaming like a madwoman with her arms up in the air. What has me doing a double take is the giant bear chasing her.

"What the-" Another scream and I watch as the bear takes a swipe at her. I'm already outside and racing towards the panicked Omega as she dodges away from the ferocious bear.

My arms wrap around Paisley's waist and I throw her over my shoulders. Alpha instincts kick in and I sprint back to the backdoor. The door is wide open and as I get closer so does the bear. Paz is shaking in my arms, but I ignore it, in favor of the door. Once I cross through the threshold of my backdoor, I swiftly kick it close.

The door slams shut and my hand flicks the locks.

"Holy guacamole I almost died." She pants and lies back on the shag rug on the hard wooden floors of my living room. Her eyes are closed tightly and the little Omega shakes slightly.

"You alright?" My voice is rough with the remains of my inner Alpha. Paz's eyes peek open then roll in annoyance.

I pant along with her, my body high on adrenaline. I stare down at her in concern. "Paisley are you hurt?" I sternly ask and kneel down on my knee to touch her. Making sure she's not hurt.