Page 3 of Omega Scorned

"You can decorate it of course. It's supposed to be the maid's room, but she's not a live-in." He gave me a reassuring smile.

Next, we went upstairs and I saw there were three main bedrooms, as well as a larger room that held a California king bed and nothing else. "That's for later, we don't really go in there and we'd rather you stayed out, too," he said firmly when I poked my head through the door. He pulled it shut and gave me a tight smile. "Over here, we have the nursery wing."

"You want kids then?" I asked. I wasn't sure how I felt about that.

"Not yet." He pushed open a door to a room that already held a crib. It was painted in shades of yellow, with a rocking chair and change table already placed. It didn't look like they wanted to wait.

"That's pretty much it. Let's head to your room and get you settled in. They told us you didn't have any clothes, so we bought a few things to get you started."

A few minutes later, I sat on my narrow bed, staring at the closed door and wondering how I'd ended up here. The alphas had brought in the bags of clothing they'd purchased, all things they'd suggested and rushed me out of the store with before I could try them on. I stood up and started to put it all away in the narrow wardrobe.

The room itself was small and plain. Off-white walls. Gray carpeting. A very basic overhead light. It did have its ownbathroom, though it only featured a shower. I would have to use one of the upstairs bathrooms if I wanted to take a bath. The thought bothered me a little, but they did have a nesting room. There was obviously some trauma related to that, so I was determined to take things slowly. After all, I was traumatized, too. Eventually, we'd figure something out where I could move into the nesting room. Maybe after my first heat with them.

I stood up, smoothed out the thin coverlet on the bed and went back to the living room where the guys were watching a soccer game. Nervous, I wandered back into the kitchen. No one really seemed to notice. They were drinking beers and cheering at the screen, so I decided to make myself at home in the kitchen.

Though they'd said we'd order in, I pulled out some ingredients and started mixing up some bread. It relaxed me to knead the dough and shape it. By the time their game was done, I had two loaves of bread in the oven and was starting in on some chocolate chip cookies.

"Wow, it smells good in here!" Jake came in to drop his beer bottle in the recycling bin. "If you're up for it, I can grill some steaks while you throw something together for sides and we'll skip the ordering."

I nodded. "What kind of sides do you like?"

"Anything but salad," Rory said. "Not a big fan of veggies myself."

"None of us are. We like meat and potatoes," Daryl laughed.

"I'll come up with something," I promised.

While the men headed outside to grill the steaks, I went through the fridge and pantry and came up with garlic bread and macaroni and cheese to go with the meat. By the time the meat was done, I had whipped everything else up.

"Oh, this smells great!" Daryl grinned, sitting down at the dining room table. "Good job, Em."

"Thanks."

Jake placed a steak on each person's plate and then we added whatever else we wanted. The men piled their plates high and dug in without a single complaint.

A little bit of my tension eased at the sight of them eating so happily. I could do this. It was going to work out.

New Life

Emilia

Islept alone in my room for two weeks before my omega need to be in physical contact with alphas kicked in. It started gradually. I sat on the sofa between Daryl and Rory and eventually curled up against one or the other, resting my head against their shoulder. Jake sat in the armchair with a smile on his face.

Each day, I got to know the men a little better. I learned how they liked their coffee, what their favorite foods were, and what made them smile. Each afternoon, Daryl would join me in the kitchen to chat while I made dinner, so we grew closer faster than the others.

"What are we making tonight?" he asked, hopping onto the counter and looking at the array of ingredients I had spread out.

"Lasagna."

"Perfect. We all love that."

While I cooked up the ground beef, Daryl told me about his last flight to Hawaii and how he'd run into a storm. He was anexcellent storyteller and I had to remind myself a few times that I was still cooking.

"So, we finally made it, but that was the scariest flight yet."

"I don't know if I'd want to fly," I said with a shudder.

"You've never flown?"