The following morning played out much like the day before. The only difference was that I felt hyper-aware of being watched. My concern over the new mind-reading-Omega-development, however, kept me more focused on finding answers than worrying about who envied us. During lunch, I asked to talk to Deziray alone and made it clear to Derrick that it was about Omega troubles so that he wouldn’t feel territorial about it. To my surprise, the Doberman was ok with it before I had even mentioned anything about Omega troubles.

“Looks like you completed your bond with Lexus,” Deziray noted as she pointed to the emblem on my neck.

The two plain circles had been replaced with wreaths of a flower that took me forever to find on the internet. It was apparently called a “bleeding-heart glory bower,” and its appearance just added to the insanity that was the emblem on my neck. I waved a hand as if to say that I wasn’t there to talk about that.

“Yeah, that’s not the issue,” I explained, my voice falling to a whisper despite the two of us being alone in the hallway. “Dez, do you…have you ever been able to read Derrick’s mind?”

“You mean like reading his movements and eyes?” She asked.

“No, as in…” I trailed off when I realized that she didn’t know what I meant. Nothing like that seemed to have happened to her through her bond. “Nevermind. Thanks anyway.”

“Is there something wrong?” She asked as she placed a hand on my shoulder in concern.

In spite of the situation, it felt kinda nice that she cared enough to be worried about me. I gave her a rueful smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll figure it out.”

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For the rest of my lunch break, I was once again on the internet researching for any Omega cases like mine. When I received no results, I knew that I had to dig deeper. I accessed the library app and jotted down the location of all the older books with information regarding Omegas.

The very first book I cracked open made heat rise to my face. The book was practically an ancient manual on how to pleasure an Omega and how many times an Omega could be essentially fucked raw before it began to really hurt. The details were slightly different in terms of female and male Omegas, but they were still quite lurid. Apparently, all Omegas were able to create that slippery substance and it did, indeed increase the pleasure of both parties in the process.

The second book spoke of the different wars that had broken out between countries and how an imbalance came out of the wars in which more Alphas and Betas survived than Omegas. Small Civil battles occurred between towns over the Omegas that remained. The more I read, the angrier I became. Omegas seemed to always end up with the short end of the stick throughout history.

I found two books with similar information as the first two. But, then I found another book that looked promising. It seemed to be a female Omega’s memoir that had been translated over from Spanish to English. I flipped through the chapters and stopped when some of her words stood out to me. ‘Telepathic Omega.’

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Marlena Centeno – Memoir of an Omega

The first time I understood I was not the only Telepathic Omega in the land was when I came across two others that were just like me. One was a Beta; the other an Omega. They, too, claimed that they were able to discern the thoughts of their Alphas. My personal experience was certainly the worst of the three. My Alpha was well into his fourth round with me when I started to hear his most intimate thoughts. They were so exaggerated that I laughed. The randy Rottweiler’s inner encouragements to himself were obviously not something other people were meant to hear. When I laughed, his confidence waned and he flagged. I had to encourage him for days to try again. That was when we learned that, if he put his mind to it, he could conceal his thoughts from me. His thoughts only came through when his guard was down. I admit that I felt sad whenever he willingly kept his thoughts hidden from me…

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I stopped reading. I was relieved that I wasn’t the only Omega who had such a “gift” after forming a bond. But, the fact that I was able to do such a thing at all was still shocking. A burning in my chest was a direct reaction to the guilt I felt for not having told Lexus about it. Though I hadn’t exactly lied to his face, it was still a lie by omission. I vowed to tell him after classes. After rushing about to put the other books back where I had found them, I checked out Marlena’s Memoir from the library and headed to my next class.

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Morgan found me reading the memoirs in Humanities class and had to shove my shoulder when the scholar walked in. I had been so engrossed reading that I didn’t realize class was about to start. It was hard to focus when all I wanted to do was learn more about Omega Telepathy. It was a wonder that I was able to keep up with my assignments at all that quarter.

For the last few classes of the day, I was careful to stop reading when the scholars began their lectures. If Lexus hadn’t been standing in the hallway waiting for me, I’d have pulled the book back out to continue my research. I took a deep breath as I stepped out to meet him. A frown formed on his face as I took his offered hand.

“Everything ok?” He asked. Did something happen? He looks like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders.

I fought the tears that suddenly brimmed my eyes. ‘His thoughts only came through when his guard was down…’ The book had read. Did that mean that Lexus had his guard low around me? Did he trust me that much?

He’s close by. I caught his scent down the hallway. Did Avi catch sight of him?

Wait, who was Lex talking- er, thinking about? I saw him stiffen and glance behind me as if surveying the area. Was someone really targeting us?

“Lex, has someone been following us?” I prompted.

He hesitated for a moment. If he’s asking, that means that he hasn’t seen him. Thank goodness. “Not that I know of. Come, I’ll take you to your apartment.”

I allowed him to lead us out to the parking lot. As of mere moments ago, I was ready to tell him about my newly gifted telepathy. After hearing how his thoughts directly contradicted his words, I chose to keep the news to myself.

For now.

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When we got to the apartment, I urged him inside. I wanted to really grill him for information about the stalker that he clearly seemed to know about. But, he said he couldn’t stay long and had to go see his father about something.

Damn it.

Since we didn’t have enough time to talk, our bodies decided to make use of the little time we did have. I somehow ended up seated on the kitchen counter with him grinding against me. I felt a sharp heat against my neck, the emblem making itself known.

I get it, I get it, I mentally grumbled as I quickly unzipped my pants and kicked them off. Our bond wanted us to rut now, talk later. Lexus seemed to have also gotten the memo, because he tugged his pants down enough to expose himself.

The heat in our eyes could have lit a campfire as I leaned back on the counter and spread my legs wider. Lexus took hold of my thighs just above the knees and, the next thing I knew, I was tugged forward and I dropped my upper half down until my back was lying flat against the counter. I tilted my head slightly to look at him as I stroked myself. The slight curve of my body made me think briefly of when I had offered him my belly in my canine form.

Lexus seemed to have similar thoughts. Fuck. He dropped onto his back for me, just like before. He relayed as he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and made his way inside me. So beautiful.

In spite of the tender words, the way he thrusted into my depths wasn’t gentle. His hips snapped with a rhythmic force as if he were trying to spear me right through. Pleasure built up inside me at a frightening speed. The moans coming out of my mouth were shameless. At one point, I let go of my shaft (which I had been stroking mindlessly) and took hold of the edge of the counter with both hands.

Lex braced both his hands on either side of me as he began to rock faster and sporadically. I drank in the sight of him leaning over me, lifting one of my hands to slide up the side of his face. He turned slightly to press a quick kiss to my wrist, never slowing down his movements. I then raked my nails through the soft hairs of his undercut as my fingers dug into the back of his head.

I don’t know when I ended up on my elbows, but his lips descended onto mine as I felt him cum inside me. The tip of my tongue trembled along the roof of his mouth as I moaned, my body quivering with my own release. I didn’t care that my shirt was weighed down with my own spunk. Fuck the shirt.

The Alpha’s delicious taste withdrew as he pulled back and pulled his pants back up. When he was all zipped and buttoned, he took hold of my face with both his hands and kissed me softly and thoroughly. I was becoming addicted to his particular taste of dark chocolate.

The burning sensation on my neck finally simmered down when he pressed a gentle kiss to the emblem.

“I’ll text you as soon as I can.” He said as he helped me get off the counter before kissing me once more. Dad won’t be pleased if I’m late. I wish I didn’t have to go.

I briefly wondered what was so important that his dad would be so upset about his timeliness. I watched him go, letting out a long sigh, and immediately smacked the sides of both my cheeks with my hands. Keep it together, Avion. It’s still too soon for you to be sighing like some lovesick pup, I told myself.

Though it took me longer than usual to make my way to the bathroom connected to my room, I didn’t really regret it.