Page 239 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus

I grab the clipboard where I’ve been monitoring Melody’s stats and head out to the open area. Dropping it on the cushion, I aim for the kitchen.

As a precaution, food services delivered every suite their own storm rations. Unlike the rest of the smaller suites, the penthouse has a full-sized refrigerator.

I know for a fact it has cut up fruit and pre-made sandwiches.

I pick up one of the room service trays and load it with drinks, fruit, a couple of sandwiches, and a brownie for Mel since I promised her a treat.

There’s no way to know how long the main power will be out, but generators don’t run the major appliances in the rooms. At least in my experience, they only run the lights and necessities, and from the look of it, that’s the case here too.

I make it quick getting in and out of the refrigerator, that way there’s less of a chance of spoiling the food.

Who the fuck would take the elevator during a blizzard? They should’ve gotten their steps in for the day and taken the damn stairs. I mean, unless it’s someone with mobility issues—that’s really the only viable reason.

Once I’m back in the nest, I set the tray on the floor. It’s getting kind of chilly without the heat running. Most of the rooms will be fine since they’re pretty well insulated, but with the walls of windows in this place, it’s not retaining heat for shit.

We need extra blankets. I head out, checking the linen closet. Thankfully it’s stocked, or I would’ve gone room by room and plucked them off the beds.

I make it back, grabbing the clipboard and pen and mark off that she’s about to eat and drink as well as her bathroom visit.

Omega-sitting seems pretty similar to babysitting. You’ve got to make sure they eat and drink regularly and are using the bathroom. Maybe I’m further ahead than I thought. I bet I could catch right on to parenting, which is a fucking weird thought to have.

Apparently omega perfume doesn’t only rot alpha’s brains.

My jaw drops as I catch sight of Melody.

She’s in a romper?

An adult onesie?

Fuck if I know, but she’s goddamn delectable.

All I can see is legs for days, thick hips, and her hair is up in a messy bun, which happens to be a personal weakness of mine.

Aww, hell.

The outline of her nipples are fully visible as her tits bounce. My head falls back, and I curse the universe.

Melody is physically my dream girl.

I saw her in her compression workout clothes and spent several days with her naked and getting railed by friends.

It makes no sense, but now that she’s in that damn snap-up onesie, her curves are more pronounced.

I can’t force my eyes away from the jiggle of her tits and lower stomach as she moves.

That shit is my weakness.

There’s something about the tantalizing peek of skin, but the majority of the package being covered that really does it for me.

“Are you okay?” she asks, swaying forward in a way that makes my mouth water. She’s got the pillow Miller cuddled tucked under her arm and she looks so unsure that I immediately get my shit together.

I clear my throat. “You seem more coherent now that you’re out of Miller and Nik’s general vicinity. Are you feeling clearer?”

“Somewhat, but I’m also sleepy. I think I’m just going to try to get some rest.” She shrugs and slides by me, trying to head into the den nest.

“Nah, sorry, sweetheart. We’ve got to do all that annoying shit that makes you want to claw my eyes out.” I gently grip her wrist, spinning her to face me.

She stumbles into my chest with the Miller-scented pillow between us. She blinks owlishly, frowning up at me.