The Omega For Sale

“I’m sure she’s alright.” Christie whispered to me for what felt like the the thirtieth time in the last half an hour.

But just like the first time that she had said the comforting words to me, they had absolutely no effect on me. I was still a restless mess and the nerves that were bubbling in my stomach, threatened to create a hole within it.

I took my bottom lips into my mouth and began worrying it. A bad habit I had when I was extremely nervous and even scared.

Jessy had not been away from me for that long, but I couldn’t get myself to concentrate on anything else, except the fact that my baby was not by my side and anything could be happening to her right now.

The entire situation that surrounded the missing picture was messy but I knew that something had happened to my baby while I was away the previous night and guilt ate at my stomach.

Sighing heavily, I moved from the stool that I was currently perched on and proceeded to move out of the kitchen, ignoring Christie’s question of where I was going.

I needed to be close to her. I know that the Alpha had instructed me to wait downstairs but I just couldn’t anymore. Maybe if I were closer to my daughter, even if I had to stand outside his office, then I would feel better and my stomach could stop threatening to offload it’s contents.

The moment I got out of the kitchen, two familiar scents hit me at once and it stopped me completely in my tracks.

Jessy and the Alpha were supposed to be upstairs, in his office.

How come I could scent them in the living area? I moved in the direction just in time to see Jessy wrap her arms around him.

It felt like I couldn’t breathe and even from my position I could see the Alpha stiffen in his spot, before his arms slowly wrapped around her in a hug.

The sight before me was unlike anything that I had ever experienced before and as a result when the slight gasp escaped from my lips, it surprised even myself.

The moment the hug broke, Jessy bounced over to where I was stood and her new attitude stunned me. She offered me a small smile and although I could see some tears shining in her eyes she looked happier than she had been all through the day and the realization caused me to return an even bigger smile.

“Hungee mommy.” Jessy called out to me and I nodded my head in response.

Throwing one last look at the Alpha before turning around to exit the room with Jessy in tow. The kitchen was completely empty when we walked into it and I was thankful for that, it gave me the chance to think without distractions.

“What do you want to eat babe?” I asked her softly.

“Omee.”

I nodded my head in understanding. No matter how much I tried in the past, Jessy just never seemed to get the pronunciation of oatmeal right.

Some times she would do better and actually pronounce the meal part of the word but other times, like right now, she would just pronounce whatever she felt like.

It’s not like I had given up on trying to correct her but my mind was clouded up with so many thoughts that I was beginning to loose focus.

Once we were inside the kitchen and I began to make Jessy oatmeal, I let my thoughts run again.

The image I had just witnessed of Jessy and the Alpha was ingrained into my mind forever. My chest was still burning even when the entire thing had happened more than thirty minutes ago.

“Freya?” I turned my head to the door way and I was met with Zoe’s frame leaning against the door. She had a weird look on her face and it unsettled me.

“Are you okay?” I asked and Zoe nodded her head in response but she moved fully into the room, looking straight to Jessy with what looked like hurt shining in her eyes.

Jessy had her head bowed but even from my position I could see my daughters lips wobbling as though she were trying hard not to cry.

“Jessy. What’s the problem?” Zoe asked and Jessy flinched a little before shaking her head softly.

Jessy looked in my direction and I immediately recognized the look in her eyes. It was the look she gave me when she wanted me to help her with something. I didn’t know what it was this time but all I knew was that Zoe was making my child uncomfortable.

“Is everything alright?” I asked Zoe.

“Yes, it is. I just have a feeling Jessy hates me and I’m not sure why.” Zoe responded with a certain sadness to her tone and a sigh in her words.

I squinted my eyes in confusion.

Jessy was too small to love or hate anyone. The girl was convinced that she was best friends with the Beta, Smith, because whenever he came here he would indulge her meaningless chatter for about five minutes before leaving her with loads of chocolates, he had once gifted Jessy a nice pink hair band and and my child wore it almost everyday.

So really Jessy just liked people who were kind to her and avoided the ones that were mean to her. Like Emilia for instance. But I was definitely sure that Jessy did not know how to hate anyone.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“She’s three Zoe. Hate is a pretty strong emotion for any three years old to have.” I said quietly and Zoe only looked at me for a second, with her dark eyes staring deeply at me before finally nodding her head in agreement and offering me a small smile.

I smiled back just because I wanted to be polite.

“The Alpha wants a cup of coffee.” She delivered before exiting the room.

I watched as her slender frame moved out of the door and I wished that even for a second I could take a peek into her mind through her eyes.

They were just a fascinating black and they intrigued me.

I moved to turn the coffee maker on and once I was done making it in the way that the Alpha prepared. I made sure Jessy was well occupied with eating her food before making my way to his office.

I gave a small knock on the door but got no response for what felt like a long time but was probably only five seconds. I was about to knock again when the unmistakable drawl of the Alpha’s voice giving me permission to step into the room drawled out.

The sight of the Alpha bent over some paperwork on his desk with his brows creased in concentration stopped me in my tracks.

He was furiously scribbling something onto the paper in front of him and I just continued to watch him from my position by the door until grey eyes looked up to lock with my green ones.

“I’m I ever going to be able to drink my coffee or…” He trailed off.

Usually a scolding like that would be delivered in the coldest, harshest tone that would make me cower in fear and moving to immediately correct my behavior, but this one was not like that.

It was a serious tone, but it had an underlying teasing to it. It was somewhat playful and for some reason that scared and confused me.

I moved towards his table to serve his coffee and all the while that I moved I could feel his heated gaze on me and for a moment I feared that I might trip and land on my face, but thankfully I did not.

I could still feel the Alpha’s eyes on me as I served his drink but I refused to raise my eyes to meet his.

There was an awkward silence that settled in the air the moment the saucer touched the table.

I was done with my job here but I didn’t dare leave the Alpha’s presence with him dismissing me, so I had to wait for that. But for some reason it wasn’t coming.

Last night had happened.

But it wasn’t supposed to.

“Why did you leave?” He suddenly asked and I widened my eyes in confusion.

Was he asking about early this morning? What was I supposed to say? What if he wasn’t asking about this morning?

In truth, I had left because I expected that it would be what he wanted. Didn’t that just make sense?

“Uh well, I-I do-don’t rea-”

A knock on the door stopped my stuttering rubbish and I let out a subtle soft sigh of relief.

Smith pushed the door open and holding two of his fingers in a death grip was Jessy with a chocolate bar in her free hand.

There was chocolate over her face but my daughter could care less as she continued to devour the sweetness in her hands.

“I found her trying to place her plate in the kitchen sink and huffing in frustration when her short arms refused to reach into it.” Smith said, with mirth shining in his eyes and a smile playing at his lips.

Jessy finally looked up from her chocolate in my direction and when she realized I was the one standing there she gave me a small wave, smiling with chocolate covered lips.

Before I could return the wave my daughter had taken her attention away from me and was currently giving it to the Alpha, stretching out her small arms and offering the chocolate bar to him.

And when I heard a sound come from him, it felt as though I froze in my spot. It was a chuckle.

Not a hum, like he usually did when he was impressed or amused. Or the small smile that tugged at his lips in these sort of situation.

It was an actual chuckle.