Chapter 15: Renee

So apparently today the alpha in me can’t be bothered to show herself. I am hundred percent omega today. And well, that was the plan. The whole point of curling up in my makeshift nest was to relax and decompress from everything that happened last night, knowing that I would need to be strong in the coming day to face Jace, and prepared to try and stand up to Alex is he came around again. I let myself fall into that part of my completely because this is or was my safe space. When he showed up, I was already so relaxed into enjoying my omega space that I didn’t have time to pull out. Its tricky being two things. Much of the time it’s a perfect balance. But others it need to be one or the other in order to function. Just like any other werewolf, only they only need to balance time between skin side and fur side. Sometimes the wolf just needs to be free. Sometime my alpha needs to take the reins sometimes the omega. So, that’s what today was about. And you just can’t one-eighty that shit. And then when he fucking purred….I sunk deeper. By looking at him I don’t think he has put two and two together… but the wolf under prowling under the skin, yeah, I think he has an idea. There are certain things an omega needs to truly thrive. The first being a nest that we will put together until we find it perfect, while my nestish thing is great it’s not exactly right but its good enough, the next are things we can only really get from someone else, namely an alpha. Like the respect of not entering our nest unless we ask, its feeling cared for, that happens when an alpha purrs whether it be from being happy with us, or to calm us. Then there is taking care of things for us so we either don’t have to or can’t. Prime example, Jace ordering snack and later lunch. And saying I can have butterbeer. And then its feeling cherished and safe. Like him tucking my into my nest and moving her chair between me and the door. Again, I don’t even think he noticed he did it. It’s part of his instinct just as much as it is mine to let him do these things, when any other time it would piss me off.

So, in short to say I am thoroughly confused about what to do here. I want to enjoy it. But I can’t because I know it isn’t going to last. He may be willing to sit here and let me have my movie day. But that’s only because I am sure he knows what could happen when he rejects me. It’s equal to an inmate on death row getting their last meal. I have to give it to him at least he is giving me this kindness.

We are about halfway through Chamber of Secret’s when there is knock at the door. I start to get up when he beats me to it already standing and coming over to gently push me back down.

“I got it cher.” I don’t know what exactly that means but I have heard a few people here in New Orleans say it. When a settle back down, he takes the time to make sure I’m covered again before going to the door. His growl as me looking up. It’s two other wolf I have never met holding a lot and I mean lot of bags. I can’t hold back the whine that comes out of me. My space isn’t big. And I am in my nest in the middle of it. I don’t want another two wolves in my space. The two hoping the bags head snap to me. Making me coward into my nest and whine again. Jace growls again deeper this time. I don’t know why though. Maybe he doesn’t know these wolves, but then one of them is looking at me with a weird expression on his face.

“Alpha…” He says looking back to Jace. Maybe he does know them.

“Not now.” Jace, no I feel it now, Jace’s wolf is at the surface. Which could mean that he actually does know what I am, or part of it and he sees this space for what it is. And now two males are to close to my nest, which is where an omega is most vulnerable. Or his wolf doesn’t hate me completely.

Either way the other wolf nod and sets the bags right out the door the other wolf following his lead. Both straighten. The one looks at me one more time before backing away slowly until the reach the end of the landing turn and leave. Jace’s wolf watches I assume until they are gone and out of sight. Then we scoopes up the bags and shuts the door heading to my kitchen. I try again to get up and he growls. There is no heat but there is warning. I look up over the back of the couch and see that yes in fact his wolf is in the driver's seat. His eyes are a beautiful silvery blue. I stop trying to get up and we stare at each other.

“Umm, Hi.” He smiles.

“Hi mermaid.” Mermaid? I look at him confused.

“Your hair looks like Ariel.” He tells me. I smile.

“That was the idea. I change the color every so often, but this is to remind me of her.” I smile at the thought when I can afford it I change it often. Before this it was two blues that matched stich perfectly with some pink thrown in because Angel duh.

“I’m Renee.” I tell him hoping he will share his name with me.

“I know.” I wait and he doesn’t say anything else. Okay then guess he doesn’t like me that much if he doesn’t want to tell me. I can feel my face fall and my body shrink in on itself. Again.  

“What’s wrong?” Now he looks confused. I don’t like it. Stupid mate bond. That what I am going to use as the reason for what the tears and what I say next.

“You know who I am, but I don’t know who you are, and you don’t want to give me your name.” I sniffle. “You don’t like me either. No one likes me.”