Page 47 of Galaxy Between Us

“Good evening… Omega,” I nod, unsure what else I can say.

His perfect smile falls as he pauses with the cart.

“It’s Jaimie. I’m sorry, I thought…you would at least remember me,” he whispers before unloading trays of food on a table.

“I recognize your scent. You’ve been in here before.”

I pace closer to assess him. Jaimie’s smile makes a return.

“Yeah, I have,” his tone takes on something mischievous. Eyes sparkling, he approaches me too. “I know I’m not supposed to help you remember anything but…”

He trails off, turning away with uncertainty. Curious, I nudge his chin with my finger until he’s facing me again.

“But what? Tell me?” I pry sternly. Nobody will tell me any-fucking-thing, and it’s been making me irrationally angry. This little Omega is no match for me. If he has secrets, I’ll make him spill them.

“You and I, silly,” he holds my hand in his. “It’s no coincidence that my scent is in here, Knox. I’m more than just your cleaner.”

“Oh.” My eyebrow lifts, “Okay. That’s good to know.”

My words come out awkward, but I can’t help it. How could I forget my own Omega? He’s gorgeous, he smells nice, and he fits in here. Knox and Jaimie. Jaimie and Knox. I guess there’s a ring to it, but it isn’t jogging any memories. I suppose it could be a newer relationship.

“It’s okay if you don’t remember everything, sweetie. Don’t force it,” Jaimie presses his cold fingers to my cheek. His touch is dry like paper as if he washes his hands too much.

I carefully pry his hand away from me, uncomfortable with being close to anyone right now. I’m sure we can rebuild our intimacy over time, but like he said, I can’t force anything. An offended look crosses Jaimie’s eyes anyway, though he respectfully steps back.

“Hey, Jaimie? Who was that other Omega?” I break the tension, remembering the emotional wreck that ran into my room as soon as I woke up.

“What other Omega?” Jaimie chews out the question but forcefully remains proper.

“He had wavy hazelnut hair and deep blue eyes like the ocean. He seemed really concerned for me.”

“Oh, um. Don’t worry about Arius. He’s just a lowly cleaner who has been trying to steal you away from me for ages. You know, the crazy obsessive type.”

I hum thoughtfully. I would’ve never guessed. Arius seemed genuinely afraid for my condition, and he’s given me plenty of space like that doctor ordered him too. Maybe that’s just part of his tactics, though.

“Hm, okay. Strange. Thanks for the heads up.”

“Anything for my Alpha,” Jaimie straightens my tie and suit jacket before stepping back, “Let me know if you need anything.”

I press my lips together and give him a nod.

Jaimie leaves, letting me eat in peace, but I’m not sure what to do once I’m finished. I don’t love the idea of my empty plate sitting here, but I don’t know when Jaimie will be back, assuming it’s his responsibility as my partner.

I suppose, I should stop hiding in my office and explore the rest of this company. They don’t want me to go home because I need to be somewhat monitored until they can sort out this entire mess regarding my memory loss, but I should be fine wandering around the building.

Just as I get up, the door opens again and a lovely scent fills my nose. Honey and rose petals. Champagne and linen. Timidly, the Omega named Arius enters with sad eyes. His mouth lifts into a wistful smile while he fidgets with his fingers.

“Hey, Knox. Your parents are coming to visit you tomorrow,” he whispers.

“Oh. Okay,” I nod indifferently, unsure why he’s the one relaying this message to me.

I don’t really remember my parents. Something tells me I don’t visit them as often as I should. Like we aren’t close, but maybe it’s literal as in distance. Yes, I think they live far.

Arius slowly steps closer, his scent playing tricks on my nose. It’s not appropriate for either Alphas or Omegas to intentionally project their pheromones in the air. I remember that much. After Jaimie’s warning, I’m skeptical of his intentions.

“I, um, was just wondering if I could join you in the observatory. We spent a lot of time as kids looking up at the sky together, and I figured it might help spark your memory.”

“Did we?” I shuffle back. His scent is ridiculously heightened. Is he trying to heat-trap me or something?