“It’s up to my shoulders."
“It’s beautiful. I wish I had hair like yours.” Mac’s eyes drifted to the omega's head. He had black hair styled in the latest fashion. It made him look adorable. “I would be gorgeous instead of cute and adorable.”
Mac swallowed a laugh.
“I wouldn’t say that I’m gorgeous.”
“That’s because you can't see yourself. But other omegas can see how gorgeous you are. That’s why they asked you those stupid questions,” Jamue said with feeling. He touched his arm and leaned in close. “Don’t listen to them.”
“What are you doing, freak?”
Jamue jumped and turned to the door. Mac held his breath as he watched the gorgeous omega strolling into the room.
Bully alert, Mac groaned.
He’d thought he'd have the whole day before he met the king of the house. There was always one everywhere he went. And they were all the same - gorgeous and mean.
They might as well get it over with – the laughing and taunting he knew was coming. Mac got to his feet so Ryine could see him - all of him. He saw the minute his eyes filled with shock and disgust.
“What the fuck? Did they send us an omega or an alpha? Because I can’t tell.”
“What do you think?” Jamue straightened his shoulders, but he was clearly scared of Ryine. Mac stepped in front of Jamue diverting Ryine's focus onto him. He'd never let anyone fight his battles. He’d learnt from a young age that he had to stand up for himself because no one will.
“I don’t think the council of alphas would make that kind of mistake. It would be counterproductive to what they’re trying to achieve by forcing omegas to live in commune houses. And since you can tell by my scent that I am an omega, your question is obtuse or maybe you want to ask me something else, but you’re not brave to do so.”
Ryine’s eyes narrowed on him. “Did you just call me stupid?”
“No,” Mac said calmly.
“No?”
“No. I said your question is stupid.”
Ryine took a step forward but then changed his mind as he took Mac in from head to toe. He inched to the door.
Mac wanted to laugh - the way he backpedalled to the door; was hilarious.
But he was tired of going through this every time he met new omegas.
“You’ll pay for calling me stupid,” he said, rushing out of the room in a huff. Mac sighed sadly. Living in the damn house just got complicated.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have called him stupid. He’s sensitive,” Jamue said worriedly.
“Has he been bullying you?” Mac heard Ryine call him a freak before he walked in. Jamue nodded.
But there was nothing wrong with Jamue that Mac could see. He was adorable and likeable.
“It’s because of this. Give me a sec.” Jamue walked to his side of the clothes cubicle. He took out a bottle, squirted a clear liquid on his fingers, and rubbed it on one side of his face. A thin layer appeared. Jamue peeled it off, revealing a dark mark on his face.
He had two colors. They blended so well on his face, making him look almost unreal.
“Who’s staring now,” he asked with a smile.
“Sorry,” Mac said with a smile of his own. He felt relaxed in his presence. Maybe he was wrong to feel that way, but he couldn’t help it. He was happy there was someone as different as he was.
“Do you have time to show me around?” Mac asked.
“Yes. Give me a minute.” Jamue turned to the cubicle and proceeded to conceal the mark. Mac took note of the products he was using. That was some high-tech stuff.