Mac stared at him, stumped. “I could ask Deltta to….”
“No. I’ll figure it out. Don’t worry,” Jamue said.
Mac grasped his shoulders. “You’re not going to give up and bond with the alpha, right?”
“No,” Jamue said with a forced smile. He didn't know what he was going to do. He cringed as he thought of Master Rosh.
“I’m going to lie down,” he said as he got to his feet.
“Go and rest. I’ll make sure everything is ready for our opening,” Mac said, patting his shoulder. Jamue made his way upstairs. The open-plan design of the living quarters had been spacious and airy when they first saw it. Now, it just felt too big and lonely.
He sighed and made his way to his room. He lay down on the bed, feeling worse than he did when he was downstairs. He hoped he didn’t vomit again.
He turned over to his side, wrapping his arm around his stomach.
He hated lying to Mac.
They've been through a lot, yet he never told him the truth about himself.
Jamue swallowed.
He never told anyone.
When they met, he told him he wanted his freedom from the loveless bond with the alpha his parents had chosen for him, that he wanted to fall in love. But the truth was, the thought of belonging to an alpha made him physically ill.
Jamue didn't understand it.
It had been like that since…Jamue didn’t even know. He woke up one day five years ago, and he felt weird…like something had changed deep inside him. And he didn’t even know why.
Maybe it’s because my first heat was late, Jamue mumbled, thinking back.
His heat had been five days away when he went to Master Yom’s party. But it hadn’t come until the following month.
And it hadn’t been pretty. He was lucky Sirhe had been there. He gave him something to get through it.
He was used to his heats now - used to the longing, the deep intense lust, and the emptiness he felt in his heart.
Jamue blinked away the tears that suddenly filled his eyes and turned to stare out the large glass that took up most of the wall. Stars twinkled brightly in the dark sky.
He should sleep. Their opening day was tomorrow, and there was so much to do.
Jamue sighed, closing his eyes.
Chapter 3
Hym
The omega’s smile was welcoming.
He sat across from him, a pad on his lap, waiting. Hym tried his best not to bolt. Makar would kill him if he heard it took ten seconds for him to leave Shiva’s office without doing what he told him to do.
Talk.
Fuck. He hated this.
“This is a safe space, Hym. You can tell me anything. I’m here to help you,” he said soothingly.
His voice only grated on his nerves. His scent was wrong too.