The omegas mate

Chapter 17: The awful truth

I came out of my room when it was dinner time for everyone. I planned on doing the same thing of taking it and running up to my room, but Mason finally caught me just as I was grabbing my plate.

“There you are, where the f**k have you been?” He asked.

“Just been doing research.” Crap, I panicked to think of an answer and blurted the damn truth instead.

He frowned at me and asked, “what research?”

Oh crap, oh crappity crap crap. Did I admit about me being an omega or did I admit snooping about his personal life.

I still hadn’t answered and the more he stared and waited for an answer the more I blushed.

“Um, well, you see, uh…” I trailed off and turned to leave the room, but he placed his hands on the countertop either side of me, blocking me in.

“Tell me,” he warned.

I thought he’d be less mad if I said it was about myself and even thought it would repel him and his wolf, it was a safer option, besides, he already made it clear he wasn’t interested in me at all.

“Well, you know Markus has been telling you guys that I have the mind of a child?”

I touched his arm lightly, indicating for him to follow me out of the kitchen and to somewhere more private. We ended up in my room. Totally not awkward at all.

I sat on the edge of my bed, but he stayed standing and folded his arms, the look he gave demanding me to start talking.

“Well, he lied, I think Markus was doing it to protect me.”

He looked confused and asked, “protect you from what?”

I shrugged my shoulders and quietly answered, “the pack. You see, I’m an omega.”

There I had finally said it.

I pulled out the journal from under the bed when he looked at me like I was joking.

“Here, read it.”

He took the journal and started turning the pages slowly. I watched as he read the omega part, and his eyes widened in surprise.

“Oh shit.” He joined me on the edge of the bed and was quiet for a while. “You know,” he finally spoke. “It doesn’t change anything, you’re still you, I don’t hate your guts all of a sudden,” he laughed when he saw my anxious face.

I breathed a sigh of relief, which made him laugh harder.

“See, I’m not some big kid,” I answered.

He smiled a boyish smile that had me blushing and feeling things in low down places.

“No, I guess not,” he replied and then ruffled my hair playfully. I pushed him away, which only made him laugh.

We got up and headed down to the kitchen to get our food. Katrina came in and stopped stone-cold when she saw Mason.

She had come back earlier today from a vacation with her mom, she had only just turned eighteen, but she liked to act like she was older.

I inwardly rolled my eyes as she stared at Mason like some first love and tried not to laugh when she blocked him from leaving the kitchen, leaving him looking uncomfortable.

You’d never have guessed she was so young, with her long, soft, wavy chocolate brown hair that cascaded down her back, her five-foot-six slim height and long legs she looked like she was in her twenties.

Her face was always done up in soft glam makeup, she had piercing green eyes and full lips and a big cleavage, but boy didn’t she know it.

She flicked her hair back and smiled up at Mason sweetly. “Hi, we haven’t met yet, I’m Katrina.”

“Hi,” Mason replied but didn’t add anything else, which I could tell annoyed her.

She stepped into his personal space and touched his arm lightly, “so, are you single?”

Yeah, Katrina was not a shy one.

I managed to force the drink I had taken a sip of down my throat and not spit it all over the place with laughter.

Mason was blushing slightly, I don’t think I’d ever seen him blush before, but it was damn cute.

He was trying to come up with an answer when Katrina’s mom found her and angrily dragged her away from a relieved looking Mason.

I patted his shoulder sympathetically and left the room with him giving me daggers.

I don’t know how many days had passed, maybe two weeks? But it wasn’t long before someone had found my journal under my bed and by someone I meant Katrina, she was the only one who loved to get up to mischief and snoop through people’s things.

I didn’t realize until I went down to the living room and everyone turned to stare at me in silence.

“Uh, hey guys, what’s up?” I asked nervously.

It was Jake who spoke up. “You’re an omega.” He said it as a statement and held up the journal for me to see.

“Oh, right, that, uh yeah.”

I wanted the ground to swallow me up, everyone looked horrified like I was some dirty disease.

Rachel, of all people, was the one to say what everyone was pretty much thinking.

“Ew, you mean we’ve been cuddly and affectionate with you thinking you’re this innocent wolf with the mind of a pup, but you’re really just some pathetically weak assed wolf.”

The disgust radiating off her hit me hard.

When I mentioned how werewolves were tough, mean assed sons of bitches who didn’t like to be touched or show any affection unless mated, and were always fighting to be top dog, I suppose I’d forgotten to explain why they were always challenging one another for the higher rank, no one wanted to be seen as weak.

Rachel was the weakest in the pack and was still a tough b***h, so to be a submissive wolf was pretty rare in itself, but an omega? I could see why they were so horrified, and I understood now why Markus had kept the truth from everybody.

There were a couple of wolves who seemed only disappointed rather than disgusted, but there were others who looked just like Rachel.

Lydia was the only other wolf who looked at me the same way Mason had, like I was still just me.

I saw Katrina standing there with a smug look on her face. I was beyond humiliated and without meaning to I just burst into tears, like heart-wrenching full on hysterical crying that I couldn’t control.

I absolutely did not wait to see how people would react to that, least of all Mason, and I turned and ran from the room and down into the basement where I knew Markus would be tidying up from today’s training.

He didn’t even realize I was there until I threw my whole body into his arms forcing him to hold me, so we didn’t go crashing to the floor.

“Woah, Woah, what’s going on?” He asked.

I couldn’t get the words out, so he just let me cry and held my head against his chest gently, stroking my hair until I calmed down.

When the tears had mostly subsided he pulled back and cupped my face in both his hands and gently asked, “what happened?”

I was still sniffling when I answered, “I was doing research about being an omega, and I found this journal online, I bought it, and it was real, it explained everything about us, the author was a werewolf who was obsessed with finding out what omegas were for and stuff and…and…I didn’t mean for anyone to find it, but Katrina snuck in my room and found it.” I started crying again and managed to get out, “I’m sorry.”

“Ssh, it’s not your fault, sweetheart.” He held me again until I stopped, when he was sure I wasn’t going to start again, he let me go and went upstairs holding my hand, so I had to come with him.

I pulled against his hand and tried to break free. “Please, dad, don’t make me face them again,” I pleaded.

He stopped walking up the stairs and turned to look at me. “Hazel, we are going up there, and I’m going to talk to them about how they’ve treated you, they seem to forget your father is the alpha, and they need to be reminded of that. To insult you is to also insult me.”

I couldn’t argue against that, and he knew it.

It was true that insulting or being disrespectful towards the alpha’s daughter was also doing the same to him, and he couldn’t let that stand.