06 - The omega's decision

The clock read two-twenty in the morning, and the Omega had been there for almost an hour. Her blue eyes had a reddish tone to the sclera, as well as the tip of her nose. She brought the back of her left hand to her nose, rubbing it, and then brought it to her cheek, wiping away some tears. She sniffled softly as she got up from her bed carefully, and the cold breeze entered her room, swaying the curtains and her hair. She spotted her cell phone on the nightstand next to her bed and picked it up, biting her lower lip.

Using the camera flash as a flashlight, Liv walked out of her room cautiously. Upon reaching the hallway, she noticed that her parents' bedroom light was off, meaning that they were already asleep. As a guarantee, she walked towards the slightly open door and ran her tongue between her lips, seeing through the small gap her parents lying in bed, both asleep. Aarni had his hands on his bulging belly while embracing his wife. This scene warmed the Omega's heart, and a smile appeared on her face, creating small wrinkles. She would do anything for them and the babies.

On tiptoes, she walked towards the stairs, trying not to make any noise, and her path was illuminated by her cell phone. She pressed her lips together due to the cold that came into contact with the tips of her fingers. She descended the stairs, taking small hops and holding firmly onto the railing to avoid tripping. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, she walked towards her father's office still on tiptoes. She found the large wooden door slightly open and sighed in relief, pushing it carefully, finally entering the room.

She had forgotten how big everything was in there. It had been some time since she had been to Aarni's office. A sigh escaped her lips, and she was determined not to leave without Aric Nygaard's address. The girl went to the wooden table, illuminating it with her cell phone, and noticed some papers on it, but they were nothing but reports and more reports. Nothing but documents she didn't understand, and anxiety took over her body. She saw the first drawer of the table and smiled, reaching for its handle, a frustrated sound coming from her lips when she noticed it was locked.

"I need this address," Liv said, accompanying her sentence with an annoyed groan. The laptop in front of her caught her attention, she turned it on, and it required a password. She made the first attempt with her father's birthday and failed, the second with her mother's birthday, and again without success. She tried one last time with her parents' wedding date, and it was useless. The screen showed that the next attempt could be made in fifteen minutes, but she didn't have time for that.

Her blue eyes fell on a small brown leather agenda that had a page marked with a pen. The girl practically flew to the agenda, picking it up, and opening the marked page. A sound of relief escaped her pink lips when she read what was written inside.

‘Kensington Gardens, London W8 4PX, United Kingdom. Dinner with shareholders at Mr. Nygaard's mansion.’

Liv struck the air satisfied and, with trembling hands, took the pen and a scribbled paper from the table, writing down the address in the agenda. She then put the pen back inside and tried to leave everything exactly as she found it. She picked up her cell phone and left the office as subtly as she entered.

She enters her room after quietly climbing the stairs and walking down the hallway and leaves her phone and a piece of paper with an address on the bed and lets out a sigh while removing hair strands from her face. The girl is nervous and sounds cold. She squats down to pick up a single-shoulder backpack and places it on the bed. The cold air touches her bare legs, causing a complete shiver. She picks up a short that is lying on the floor near the bed and puts it on. Then, she turns her attention back to the backpack on the bed. She knows she can't take everything with her, only what's necessary.

Some of her favorite shorts and sweaters, some panties she recently bought, gifts she received throughout her life, and some shirts and pants, college books, her charger, and earphones – only essential things, nothing too extravagant, as she couldn't just move out in the middle of the night and expect no one to notice.

"It's for my family," Liv says to herself when she closes her backpack and picks up a notebook and a pen from the table, starting to write her farewell on that piece of paper:

Mom and Dad,

I know this is not what you want, but for the first time in my life, I will have to disobey you. Doris and Ernest are so close to coming into this world, and I am happy about it. I already love these little ones, and it's also for them that I'm doing this. I know what it's like to grow up without a father, I didn't have one until I was five, and I don't want that for them. Dad, I don't want you to feel guilty about this. I love you so much, and I would do anything for you. You are my superhero, and maybe it's time for me to repay everything you've done for me. Mom, don't be sad, smile. You have not lost me, and this is not a farewell, it's a see you soon. Think about these little ones growing inside your belly and how one day they will make you proud.

I do this because I love you, don't feel guilty. Everything happens by chance.

With all my love, Liv.

Little Westberg lets two tears fall onto the letter and folds it over the bed knowing that tomorrow her parents will read it. She bites her lip and gets up, grabbing the key to her car. Her father gave it to her on her eighteenth birthday, a black 1964 Mustang that belonged to her grandfather. Aarni refurbished it and gave it as a gift. The omega takes a last fond and careful look at her room, and a last tear is lost in the curve of her smile.

And then, with a tight chest, she picks up her things and leaves that room. She retraces her steps with great care, and when she reaches the front door, she takes a last look at the living room before opening the door and stepping out, locking it from the outside. The street is deserted, and her car is parked just behind her father's car. She bites the inside of her lips, walking to the Mustang on tiptoe, noticing now that she is barefoot, but she cannot go back and take risks.

"That's how it will be," she says to herself as she walks in small hops to her car. She opens the door slowly and throws her suitcase onto the passenger seat. Her phone and the paper with the address go on the car's dashboard as she gets in. She closes the door as carefully as she opened it and puts the key in the ignition.

She takes a deep breath and starts her car, which doesn't make a big noise like it did that morning. Liv would take her car to the mechanic on Friday to fix the engine problem that made an annoying noise when it was turned on, but maybe she doesn't need to anymore. The engine is so quiet, like never before. Once again, the conspiracy of the universe. The little Westberg, with trembling hands, reverses the car, having learned to drive with her father at sixteen, and is grateful for that.

With the car on the road, she only accelerates, leaving her home behind and heading for her new life.

The streets are a little empty, and the girl's small hands grip the steering wheel tightly, causing the tips of her fingers to turn white. She turns onto a street, noticing that it is not so empty, and there are some alphas smoking and drinking leaning against walls in small groups. Some looked and smiled maliciously when they noticed the little omega was scared, and they could smell it. Liv sinks into the driver's seat and bites her lower lip, feeling a little panicked. In fact, she had always heard about these drunk and drugged alphas who rape omegas, regardless of who they are.

"Lost, sweetheart?" a tall alpha with blond hair and eyes with a reddish hue, probably altered by alcohol and illicit substances, says loudly. Liv widens her eyes in fear, quickly closing the window of her car, seeing the others with the man laugh. She can see some omegas, who do prostitution, and then remembers her best friend Mia. And she remembers that she has to tell her friend the whole turbulent story.

She accelerates her car a little more, is tremendously scared, continues on for a few more streets until she finally reaches the upscale part of the city. Kensington Gardens is undoubtedly one of the most luxurious neighborhoods in London, where a single house can be valued at 36 million pounds. There are many luxurious mansions, only multimillionaire businessmen and some members of the royalty. Her blue eyes shine, and she is amazed by the immensity of those huge and luxurious mansions.

She accelerated her Mustang a little more, searching for the house she was looking for. Liv stopped in front of a mansion with high walls and, with the help of large trees, couldn't see what was inside those walls, but knew it was big due to the extent of that wall. Leaning against that wall was a tall man with blond hair and pale skin, with a half-lit cigarette on his lips and wearing black clothes. His leather jacket allowed the tattoo on his neck to be seen.

Liv swallowed dryly at the terrifying sight of that true alpha. It was entirely recognizable that he was not an ordinary alpha. She turned off her car, noticing how the alpha cautiously raised his gaze to the car, furrowing his brow and squinting to try to see who was in it. Westberg was in a dilemma whether to get out of the car or not. Finally, she sighed lightly and took her hand to the car handle, pulling and pushing the door open, summoning the courage to get out of that car. When she stepped out of the car like a frightened lamb, she looked at the man who was suspended for milliseconds, but the vacant expression quickly returned to his face.

The small omega closed the door and slowly walked to the sidewalk of the mansion, and the blond man took a drag on his cigarette.

"What are you doing here, girl? Don't you know how dangerous it is to walk alone around here at this time of night?" the alpha spoke in a reprimanding tone to the small omega. He adjusted himself, throwing the cigarette on the ground and extinguishing it. He stood up and moved away from the wall. Liv shrank back, seeing how tall that alpha suddenly became.

"Uh-I..." Liv stutters, her small blue eyes widening. She swallows hard and tries to keep her tone calm. "I-I was looking for Mr. Aric Nygaard," she shrugs her small shoulders as she watches the alpha furrow his brow.

"You're looking for Aric Nygaard?" The blonde seems a bit incredulous at what he just heard from the little girl's lips. "And what would you like to talk to him about?" he's now curious about the reason why the little girl is there.

"It's about the proposal he made to my father, Aarni W-Westberg," Liv explains, stuttering in nervousness. The blonde looks around, noticing that the street is as empty as it was earlier. He looks again at the girl in front of him, who is more than familiar to his eyes.

Henri had been working for Aric for about six years as a security guard. Not that the businessman needed one, but normally it's him who does the heavy work, or rather, the dirty work. Four years ago, he got involved with one of Aric's younger sisters and they still meet casually.

Henri cautiously examines the omega's little-covered body, which makes her shiver from the cold. The alpha takes off his leather jacket, revealing his tattooed arms, and hands it to the omega. "Put this on. It will keep you warm," Henri speaks, watching the little girl nod her head as she puts on the jacket that is huge on her body. "And it's better if we go inside because it's dangerous to be on the street at this hour, especially for you," he says, indicating the house with his finger. Liv agrees, biting her lip hesitantly.

"I-I'll get my backpack from the car," the little Westberg announces, noticing the man nodding and crossing his arms. She walks towards the car, opening the passenger door and grabbing her backpack, hanging it on one of her shoulders. She takes her phone from the dashboard and then closes the car door, looking at the blonde afterwards.

"Give me the key so that your car can be parked in the garage," Henri asks, extending his hand. The delicate omega's hand leaves the key in the man's large palm, who takes it and points with his free hand to the large iron gate. Right next to it was a kind of guardhouse and a smaller gate that gave access to the mansion's properties. "Let's go inside," he walks a little ahead, stopping in front of the smaller iron gate that was opened by the man in the guardhouse. He is a security guard and is a beta. "Please," he gestures for the omega to go first, and she does. Henri enters next, stopping for a few seconds to talk to the guard at the guardhouse. "Park the car in the garage," he orders the beta, handing him the keys, and he promptly agrees without hesitation.