Thursday
Zachary and I are at the gym getting in a quick early morning workout before our omega wakes up. We had gone into her room to see if she wanted to join us, but we discovered her all tucked away in the closet, tangled up with a peaceful Alric, and we figured we’d better not wake them up.
When we did see Alric later, he dropped the bomb on us of what she told him late last night, and I burned off my anger at her fathers with dumbbells.
This house isn’t used all that often, but it’s been equipped with quite the workout space. Large windows that faced the ocean, racks of weights, and plenty top-of-the-line machines to pick from. The rain has stopped, but it’s still mostly gray outside. Hopefully there will be some sun tomorrow so she can finally have the beach vacation I promised.
I have my tripod set up, filming this workout for my video channel. I think I’ll call this one “Gains in Greece.”
My speakers are playing upbeat music from my leg dayplaylist, and I lower the sound slightly when Zachary finishes his current set.
“Do you think we’re making any progress?” I ask him. “I’m trying to figure out how much hope to hold on to.”
He chugs some of his water before answering. “It’s hard to tell. She seems happy here with us, getting more comfortable every day, but we all did agree on one week of a fake pack. Maybe she’s just enjoying herself.”
I don’t blame her. She wants what she wants.
We have no interest in an omega who doesn’t want to be in a pack or doesn’t want to be with us, but damn, the idea of never seeing her again eats at me.
“I’m desperate to do more to show her how much she means to me, but terrified that’ll only scare her way.”
He nods, wiping his brow with a small towel. “Maybe she will at least consider going back to the way it was. Once a week or something. It doesn’t have to be all or nothing. There’s a lot of middle ground between never seeing us again, leaving us all to suffer, and being bonded and bound to us forever. Hopefully, this is enough time for her to realize pack life with us would be amazing and want it.”
“Yeah, hopefully.”
We fall back into silence, focusing on our own workouts.
We’re almost at the end of our session when she pops up.
Zachary and I greet her with identical “Good morning!” and that makes her laugh. I wonder if she’d let me record it so I could hear it every time I got a text message. Would that make me seem like a serial killer?
Probably.
“May I join you?” she asks, staring at my bare chest dripping with sweat.
The room perfumes with the scent of her desire. It makes my mouth water.
I don’t want to get my gross gym hands on her, so I wash them quickly in the small sink, Zachary following, and we head over to her.
She wears a workout set I’m delighted to realize is one of mine. Tiny pink shorts with a matching sports bra and tiny lipstick marks going down the shoulder and across the rib band. One of the first designs in my omega collection. I had told her I’ve been working on the line for a while and needed an omega’s assistance, but really, I just wanted extra time with her. Material samples, opinions on sketches, photoshoots, and fittings.
It was a unique experience for us.
She, of course, charged me, but as pathetic as it sounds, I spent the whole time pretending that she really was my business partner. That there was no payment needed to be around her. If only I had known then that she was seeing Zach and Alric, we could’ve had so much more time to convince her we were meant to be hers.
Although she was wearing scent blockers the whole time so none of us would’ve ever known we were fated to be together.
Is this a sign it will all work out in the end?
I fucking hope so.
“What do you normally do when you work out?” Zachary asks, as eager as I am to spend this time with her.
“Cardio, a little bit of weightlifting. I have a very serious love-hate relationship with the rowing machine in my building’s shitty gym. Although most of my workouts just end with me leaving early and getting a smoothie down the block.”
Zachary and I both glance at each other. Shitty gym? I’ve never heard of any omega apartment complexes having shitty gyms. They pride themselves on having all the extra amenities to get omega residents. She must live in an older building.
“We can take it easy, then. See any machines you like?” I ask helpfully.
