The Omega And Her Triplet Mates

Chapter 3: Getting along

Blushing, I stuck to the same story I told every other patient who asked and answered, “anxiety and depression.”

He looked at me for a full ten seconds and, raising an eyebrow, finally said, “wrong f.ucking side for that, don’t you think?” The way he said it made me burst into a fit of giggles.

The look he gave me made me instantly regret it, and I stopped myself. I hoped I hadn’t offended him by laughing, and knowing he was very violent, I whispered, “sorry.”

He frowned at me and said, “what for?”

“I don’t know,” I mumbled, blushing and feeling stupid.

He kicked his tray away with his foot and casually said, “why do you cover your hand with your mouth when you laugh?”

I shrugged my shoulders and nervously laughed, “I have a horrible smile.”

He raised an eyebrow, and frowning, said, “I doubt that. Show me.”

I shook my head no and tried to hide my blushing face. I jumped and laughed when he tickled me on my side, but still covered my mouth with my hand, like a habit.

He gently pulled my hand away and softly said, “is that it? You have braces? So what? Your smile is fine.”

I didn’t intend for him to hear me, forgetting he was also a werewolf when I muttered under my breath, “tell that to the bullies.”

“f***k the bullies, they’re f.ucking pathetic losers with zero self-confidence, and if anyone in here gives you a hard time, please do send them my way.” He gave a wicked grin at that last bit, and I nodded nervously. I don’t think I could send my worst enemy in his direction, knowing what he enjoyed doing with his victims.

I can still remember overhearing the nurses talking about how he attacked Rebecca. She had been screaming as usual, and it had p.issed him off, by the time the nurses had gotten into her room they had initially thought Jax was trying to r.ape her because he had been on top of her with her top ripped off, but he hadn’t been, he had been trying to cut her face off with a plastic knife he had managed to sharpen and had already managed to cut one of her n.ipples off.

The main part that had stuck with me was when one of the nurses said how much blood Rebecca had been covered in. She had deep scars along her cheeks right down to her neck.

“How come you’re talking to me? I thought you didn’t like speaking to anyone here?” I asked.

“Most of the people here are d.icks, or abominations, but you’re good and pure.” I remembered from his file he liked to punish who he deemed wicked and guilty, and thanked the lord he thought I was pure.

“What makes you think I’m pure?” I had to ask because apparently I was suicidal and couldn’t just be happy with the answer he had given.

“You’re a good catholic girl, you’ve been here since you were eighteen and in all that time you’ve never once tried to hurt anyone or even treat someone badly. You’re a virgin, too.” He answered it so casually, but I was shocked by how he knew all this before realizing I clearly wasn’t the only one who had been reading patient files.

I nodded my head in agreement but kept quiet. If he knew the truth about me being an omega, no doubt I would be an abomination to him. “You’re a werewolf like me,” I said, and he nodded. I quickly asked something else before he could ask anything about me being a werewolf or my rank in a pack or something.

“Are you a virgin too?”

He nodded his head while swallowing the last mouthful of his food before speaking. “Yeah, I’m a virgin. I’ve done the usual few naughty things with girls, but not actual intercourse.”

“The usual naughty things?” I frowned, trying to understand what he meant. He laughed, and it was a gorgeous boyish laugh that had me blushing and feeling things that would have had mother throwing holy water in my face, no doubt.

He leaned back against the wall, putting his knees up and leaning his forearms on them with his hands hanging down, looking intently at me. “You serious? You don’t know what I’m talking about?” I shook my head with the most confused look on my face, and his next laugh was one more of disbelief. “So you’re well and truly a full on virgin, as in never played around with a guy?”

“Of course, I played with guys sometimes. At school.” My answer had him doubled over in laughter this time and as cute as his laugh was I couldn’t stop blushing with embarrassment and shame, not really understanding.

“F.ucking hell man, I meant with a man, like sucking his c***k or having him lick your p*****.?”

By this point, I was blushing so hard I swear I was going to pass out. I shook my head, not sure that I would have the strength to speak right now, and his eyes grew wide in surprise. “So completely and utterly untouched then? Never even kissed a guy?”

“Never kissed anyone or done anything else, no,” I managed to answer, and again, tried to turn the attention back onto him and not myself. “I’ve seen you with Carol, you flirt a lot with her.”

It was his turn to nod, and leaning in so no one else could overhear, said, “I’ve done more than just flirt with her. Let’s just say she loves my fingers.” He gave me a knowing look until I realized what he meant and winked at me when I mumbled shyly, “oh.”

It made sense now as I looked back at those times I had seen them together. He would strike up conversation with her when usually he treated her as though she didn’t exist like he did everyone else.

I had seen her unlocking his door and him coming up behind her, placing his hands on her waist. When she hadn’t moved away, he had started to kiss her along her neck and she had opened the door, going into his room with him and shutting the door behind them.

As it sunk in, I said, “that’s how you get hold of the keys to read up on the patients here.”

He nodded and said, “yeah, don’t think I didn’t notice you doing it that time with Pete. Did you read up on me?” he asked like he already knew the answer, so I nodded yes.

I didn’t want to stop talking to him, but the nurses started rounding everyone up and sending us all back to our rooms. When I was in my room, I lay on the bed and thought about Jax. He didn’t seem evil to me. He was nice and friendly, funny too, but then I guess that’s what psychopaths are well known for…being charming.

I started to feel so comfortable around him that I almost thought of telling him the truth about myself, but I stopped myself, remembering him using the same word as my mother…abomination. No doubt he would definitely think that about me if he knew the truth.

Sarah, another nurse who was nice to me, who was pretty with long blonde hair and blue eyes, came in and said, “come on Rose, time to shower.” I followed Sarah down the corridor until we were in the shower room.

The shower room was for patients who were less violent and capable of washing themselves, and the room next door was the bathroom for the more violent, or patients who were incapable of washing themselves without help.

I had been so shy and embarrassed the first time doing this. The nurse had to stay in the room with you, it felt so humiliating climbing naked into the shower while they could see me fully naked. Over the years, with their kindness, I’d gotten used to it and was so grateful for the female nurses not judging me.

I turned my back to Sarah like I usually did for just a little privacy and started to wash myself. When I washed myself between my legs, I let my fingers linger there for a few seconds, thinking of Jax and wondering how it would feel to have him slide his fingers inside of me, like he had done with Carol. An image of him bending me over entered my head and I quickly shook the thought away before I could finish it and climbed out of the shower to dry myself.

We could wear normal clothes in here, unless the patients were so unhinged that it was safer to keep them in a hospital gown.

I pulled on my simple black t-shirt and gray trousers, slipped on my slippers and followed Sarah back to my room, saying goodnight as she closed the door.

Morning couldn’t come quick enough for me. In all the years, I was unable to remember a time when I had felt this happy.

I got up and changed into a sky-blue t-shirt that hung off me, hiding my big frame. Hearing the nurses unlock everyone’s doors, I opened mine, hoping to see Jax.

It was stupid of me to have a crush on someone so dangerous and so quickly, he was an alpha wolf too, no way would he want an ugly weak omega female like me, but I couldn’t help it.

I saw him sitting in Rebecca’s favorite chair and was going to warn him about it but stopped. He was gorgeous with his hair a tousled mess, falling into his eyes and wearing a white t-shirt that clung snugly to his athletic body, jeans that I couldn’t remember the name of, they were a little looser in the leg with tight cuffs around the ankles. The look was finished off with mustard colored doc martin boots that the jeans were baggily tucked into.

I had no idea how he had convinced the nurses to allow him to wear shoes in here, but the whole look was incredibly hot. I tried not to stare at the way his arms bulged with muscle whenever he moved. He had the perfect body and I had to forcefully stop myself from staring.

I figured the nurses were at their desk down the hall gossiping meaning that we were alone, including Rebecca, who was angry that Jax was in her chair. She didn’t always scream, she was quite capable of talking, and right now, she was yelling at Jax to get out of her chair.

I would have warned him about it, but it was clear he already knew how she was when it came to the chair, and he was purposely winding her up. He sat back into it, leaning his elbow across the back of it and spreading his legs wide so that he was slouched comfortably.

“Get the f***k out of my chair now!” Rebecca was getting red in the face with anger, and I was worried how this would end, especially as she was only human.

Jax looked up at her and grinned, “No thanks, I’m comfy. Think I’ll sit here more often.” She glared at him and moved closer until she stood between his legs. “Get up, now!” She slapped his leg, hard, and I winced, waiting for him to lash out. “Oooh… Easy tiger”, he laughed, but made no attempt to move.

“Fine, I’ll sit on you until you move.” She dropped herself onto his lap and leaned back against him. He didn’t move, and she tried to make him feel guilty by adding, “You scarred me for life, the least you can do is let me sit here.” I watched the show like it was Jeremy damn Kyle.

Jax showed no remorse whatsoever and answered, “Well, you’re a disgusting human being who doesn’t deserve to be a mother. Be lucky you didn’t end up in a worse state.”

He must have read her file. I didn’t know what she was here for, but by his answer, I could only assume she had done something to her children.

She flounced back against him and wiggled to get more comfortable, clearly making no effort to move herself. “Mmm baby, you keep wriggling like that I might have to bend you over this chair and f***k you real good and hard.”

His words would have had me melting in his lap, but Rebecca scowled and snapped, “Don’t be so disgusting.”

Laughing, he responded, “I’m disgusting? After what you did to your daughter, I think it’s safe to say you’re the disgusting one here. Maybe I should bend you over this chair and f***k you as hard and as rough as I can, so you suffer exactly how she did.”

As quickly as he had been teasing and winding her up, he just as quickly flew into a rage, grabbing her by the hair and lifting her onto her feet. He dragged her behind the chair and bent her over it, pressing up against her and pulling her head back so that her neck strained and growled into her ear, “I’ll f***k you so hard your insides will tear and bleed.” He yanked her trousers down and smacked her ass so hard it left a print.

I went over to try to stop him, but clearly he had just been trying to scare and humiliate her because he threw her onto the floor and snarled, “You f.ucking disgust me, you horrible c.unt.”

I stopped in my tracks, my heart pounding furiously, and wondered whether to be the coward I was and run back to my room before he saw me now that the real threat was over. It was too late, he looked up and saw me standing there.

He stepped over her like she was an object on the floor and not a human being, while she was crying quietly, and came over towards me. “Hey, you alright?” he asked. He spoke like nothing had happened, and I nodded my head slowly, my gaze slipping from him to her.

He looked over his shoulder at her and shrugged, “Forget her, if you knew what she did, you wouldn’t give a f.uck.”

Curiosity got the better of me. “What did she do?”

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair and looking for the first time like what he was thinking hurt. “I don’t really want to talk about the details, let’s just say she liked to share her daughter and wasn’t above joining in.”

He was right. As quickly as I had felt sorry for her, I felt disgusted and horrified. “Why is she here and not in prison?”

“Her lawyers managed to convince the jury she was suffering from manic depression and some other mental shit.” He looked down at her then down the hall where a nurse was starting to make her way down here and muttered, “Come on, let’s go somewhere more private.”

I followed him out of the television room and back down the corridor to his room at the end. I felt shy entering his room, as well as a little nervous when he shut the door behind us.

When he turned to face me, he must have read something on my face because he asked, “Are you scared of me?”

I wrung my hands together nervously and said, “Yes, a little. You’re a dangerous man, well, werewolf.”

He snorted a laugh and said, “I guess so, but not to people who’ve done nothing wrong. You have absolutely nothing to fear from me, I would never hurt you or anyone who’s innocent of crimes like Miss Screamer out there, even if I thought you were a w.anker, or you p.issed me off.”

He sat down on the edge of his bed and carried on, “I’m not f.ucking psychotic to the point where I can’t think or reason. I don’t just attack people randomly for no reason.” As an afterthought, he added, “sit down.”

I sat next to him and asked, “what about your sister’s boyfriend?”

“Oh, that fucker, not much better than miss screamer out there.” I tried not to laugh at the nickname he had given her.

“He let me use his phone and forgot to hide the evidence of what he had been searching for. My sister doesn’t care about what I did to him, neither do my brothers, my sister was thankful because she has a little girl, but mum thinks I’m f.ucking nuts and need a little help before coming home.”

I loved his British accent and blushing asked, “you have brothers and a sister?”

“Yeah, my brothers and I are triplets and my sister is two years younger.”

I was busy processing all this new information when he asked, “so how about you? How did you end up on this side of the hospital?”

“Mommy issues.” I mumbled jokingly.

“You not close to your mum? What’s she like?” he asked, genuinely interested.

I looked down at the floor and answered, “A crazy religious person. Wanted to beat the devil out of me for getting the werewolf gene.”

“Your parents aren’t werewolves?” He asked. I shook my head no and was scared he might lash out at someone like me who was so impure.

He didn’t even hesitate to reply, “She sounds like a f.ucking b.itch. Are you not religious?”

I breathed a big sigh of relief and said, “No, not really. God hates me and if he’s real, why do we suffer so much?”

Jax stood up and paced the room in frustration, I wondered for a second whether he was going to lose it with me. “Seriously, Rose, people like you drive me crazy. You blame God for everything, but the truth is, people hurt other people, not God. Your mum put you in this shithole of a place, not God.”

He grabbed the plastic chair from the corner of the room and dragged it over until it was in front of me.

He straddled it, folding his arms on the back of the chair. “God gave us this chance to experience life Rose, he gave us free will, and yeah, it’s f.ucking sad when people get ill with cancer and other diseases and die, but it’s the great circle of life. If no one ever died until ripe old age, we would be way over-populated. Nature isn’t good or evil, it just keeps things in balance. God wouldn’t get a damn break if he was rushing here, there, and everywhere to save everyone all of the time and fix the problems in their lives. There’s a billion people on this earth, so why can’t we damn well help each other?”

He stopped talking and looked at me for a minute, and in a softer tone, said, “I know there are s.hit people in this world, they hide behind religion and use God as their excuse. I don’t hide behind religion, I don’t go to church, and half the bible I think is bullshit that man put in to suit himself. My relationship with God is private, and the God I know would not judge you. Did I seem bothered when you told me your bloodline isn’t pure?”

I sat there in awe. It was the first time I had ever heard of someone speak of God in such a way that didn’t involve his wrath or hatred or him sending me to hell. I had never thought about it in the way Jax explained before.

He was different from other werewolves as they usually only worshipped the moon God Thoth or the moon goddess Selene, Jax worshipped the humans God like my parents.

To his question, I shook my head, and he responded, “Exactly because I don’t give a s.hit. I’m not here to judge you, Rose. And I know God loves you. He made you who you are, is he really going to send you to hell for being able to take on the form of an animal? Of course not, people like our Miss Screamer back there however, well…” He didn’t finish the sentence, not needing to.

I was quiet for a long time when he said, “hey, believe what you want but make sure it’s what you believe. Don’t let others tell you what to believe and don’t let one person that shits all over you make you focus the blame anywhere other than on themselves, that’s all I’m saying. Anyway, enough of the deep conversation session.” He laughed and slapped my leg in a buddy kind of way. Great. “So you’re a virgin. You’ve really never done anything, not even gone on a date?”

I laughed and replied, “no, never done anything, not even a relationship. No way would mother allow that, and then before I knew it, I was locked up in here. Not many guys in here that are my type.”

He grinned and replied, “Not even dribbling, Jack?”

I laughed hard at that. He was talking about a patient here called Jack that would sit for hours doing nothing except dribbling all down his chin. “How about you? I think it’s safe to say you don’t have any trouble getting females, anyone you like in this lovely place?”

He sneered at that and answered, “f***k off are there.”

“Any men?” I half joked.

He didn’t hesitate when he replied, “nah, and I see that little smile on your face, Missy, but I don’t consider myself straight.”

“Oh, what are you then? Gay? Bisexual? Pansexual?” He replied, “I’m not anything, I’m just me. I don’t put labels on myself and honestly, I don’t think people need all these new fancy names. We are simply who we are, and we are attracted to who we are attracted to.”

I gave him a slightly disappointed look, and he laughed, “If you want a proper answer, then in all honesty, I don’t really find myself attracted to anyone by looks. I couldn’t care less if someone came along and looked like Cleopatra. I find a person attractive if I like their personality and we click. Then, I couldn’t care less about whether they’re a man or a woman. If I really like someone, am I supposed to stop myself from taking things further based on whether they have a d.ick or v.agina?”

I laughed at the last sentence, I couldn’t help it, especially when he was being deadly serious. Hope filled me a little at the thought he wasn’t concerned with looks, maybe I could have a chance with him? Pfft, who was I kidding. He frowned at me and said, “What?”

Snapping back to reality, I answered, “Sorry, it’s just I have never met anyone who swears so much and is so…crude in how they talk.”