Page 2 of Omega Tricked

I studied the alpha, wondering why he was so attentive to his omega. It was a nice change, but unusual. Maybe these two really were in love. Just because my alpha had been an asshole, that didn’t mean they all were.

Just most of them.

Dr. Peters walked up and addressed the omega. “Looks like you’re a pro already.”

“Hardly.” The omega laughed but looked flattered.

Turning to me, Dr. Peters said, “Hey, Dylan, can I have a word?”

I tensed but nodded. “Of course.” Dr. Peters was very easygoing, but I could tell from his serious expression something was bothering him.

Dr. Peters led the way to his office, and I followed, feeling nervous. He had me sit and went around the big oak desk to sit. His leather chair creaked beneath his weight, and he clasped his hands on the desk, leaning forward. “Are you doing okay?”

“Yes,” I said automatically.

His expression was skeptical. “You sure?”

I swallowed. “Of course.”

He sighed. “I think you need to leave the compound.”

Panic jolted through me. “What?” I widened my eyes. “But… I don’t want to leave. This is my home.”

He grimaced. “Wait. Sorry.” He held out his hand in a placating manner. “I just mean, I’d like you to leave once a week to go do something fun.”

Relief flooded me, and I slumped in my chair. “Shit. You scared me. I thought you were kicking me out.”

“God, no. I need you.” He laughed gruffly. “I’d be lost without you. But you’re really in your head lately.”

I avoided his gaze. “Sorry.”

He sighed. “You don’t have to be sorry. But, obviously, I need you engaged.”

I winced. “I’ll do better.” I couldn’t exactly argue with him since I knew he was right. I was going through the motions and apparently not hiding it as well as I’d thought.

“I think going into town once a week might help you… relax.”

“Why would it?”

He looked uncomfortable. “Well, you’re young and you must have… needs.”

Heat spread up my throat to my cheeks. “Not really.”

He cleared his throat. “We all have physical needs, Dylan. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

I kept my face blank, but inside I was cringing. I had zero desire to go into town to mingle socially with other alphas and omegas. I simply wanted to stay here in the compound and work as many hours as possible. “I’m not good at meeting new people.”

“There are singles groups in town. They often have lots of fun activities. Sharing common interests is a great way to get to know someone and make a romantic connection.”

I clenched my jaw. “I’m not joining a singles club.”

“Why not?”

“I have no interest in making a romantic connection.”

He leaned back, looking frustrated. “Dylan, it’s not healthy for you to be alone.”

“That’s old-fashioned thinking.”