The Omega slave

Alpha Jackson

"Talia, I'm pleased that you called. Was the shower good?" Jackson's warm voice comes through the phone, and Talia's heart pounds in her chest and her hands feel clammy. "Y..yes, thank you." Her voice is timid, and he sighs. "You didn't do anything wrong. I told you to call me, and you can do so any time. You're not alone anymore. You're not forced to live like you did." There's a pause before he continues. "Are you hungry, little wolf?" The nickname he had used on her made her feel... warm maybe? She couldn't tell exactly what the nickname did to her. "Talia, are you still there?" His voice brings her out of her daydreaming and she blushes. "Yes, Alpha Jackson. I'm here, and yes, I'm hungry." A satisfied grunt comes from the other end and Talia smiles a little to herself. The first real one she's had in years. "I will have food brought to your room. You can go to the bathroom if you choose. That is up to you. They will not harm you, you have my word. And if it makes you feel more at ease, I will even come in there and taste the food. That way you know it hasn't been tampered with. Do you want that?" His voice is soft and he doesn't push her. "Yes, thank you. You can taste my food." With that, I hang up.

20 minutes later, there is a knock on the door. Talia jumps from the bed and runs into the bathroom, her heart pounding in her chest. A few seconds later, there's a soft knock on the bathroom door. "Talia, it's me. The food is here, it's just the two of us. Please, come out." Talia sighs and carefully opens the door. Jackson's jaw drops to the floor as she sees her long, jet black hair, freely falling and no longer matted. "You're beautiful." He looks at her dumbfounded and in awe. Talia blushes and looks down. "T...thank you." Jackson smiles. At least she accepted the compliment.

He reaches out a hand for her, and she hesitantly grabs it before being pulled towards the bed. She tenses when bad memories flash behind her eyes, and Jackson drops her hands and points to a table next to the bed, along with two chairs. "We eat at the table. The bed is your space, and yours alone. No one will force themselves into your bed again." Talia nods, still a little hesitant, but she swallows it down. She sits down at the table and watches as Jackson takes a bite of the food, using her fork, and passes it to her. She takes a bite, and moans as the flavor from the meat hits her tongue.

Jackson lets out a short groan at her sounds, and her eyes snap open. "Breathe, I'm sorry. I can leave if you want to... It's just... you're my mate, little wolf... I don't want to scare you, but you making sounds like that will get me to react, but I won't act on it. Not until you're ready."

Talia looks at him and nods slowly. "I'm your mate?" She takes another bite of her food, her eyes studying his to look for any sign of him not telling the truth. Jackson nods, and Talia sees the truth in it. "S...so you will protect me, then." It wasn't a question, just a statement to herself, but Jackson nodded anyway. "Yes, little wolf. I will protect you with my life. No one will ever harm you again. No one touches what is mine." Talia's face flushes at the possessiveness of his tone and smile. "Good. Then you can help me start to trust again. It might take time, but I'm so used to being treated as garbage and beaten for everything... I don't want to hide in the corner, but it feels safer there," she admits and finishes what she can of her meal.

Jackson nods and smiles, a real, genuine one that truly reaches his eyes. "You will never be beaten again, I promise you that. And no one will ever harm you. You're mine, and I protect what's mine. Always. I will teach you how to trust again. You have my word." He reaches a hand out for her and sees her flinching, but he doesn't pull away. He holds his hand in the air next to her face. "I won't hit you. Just watch my hand. It stays like this until your shoulders drop or you, yourself, lean into it." His voice is soft, and Talia stares at his outstretched hand, inches from her face. She blinks over and over as she leans towards the hand, expecting him to hit her, but the hit never came, and soon her cheek is resting in his warm hand.

Jackson's breath catches, but he sits still for a moment. "I'm going to use my thumb to caress your jaw. Don't flinch." He slowly traces a pattern on her skin that makes her sigh and lean closer to him. A smile stretches over her face. She did it. She actually let someone touch her, and he didn't hit her for it. Maybe this won't be such a bad thing after all.