The Omega For Sale

Honestly wish I could tell what had disturbed my sleep and woken me up prematurely but in the next five minutes after waking up, I still couldn’t figure it out and when I flipped my eyes open to find the room bright and all the lights still turned on, I squinted in confusion.

There was something off this morning. I looked to the bedside clock on the nightstand opposite me and when the blinking red numbers flashed 5:13am, I gasped in surprise.

I was never awake this early, but most importantly, Greyson was never awake this early too and from the feeling of the sheets in his side of the bed, I could tell that he had not even slept in bed with me at all the previous night.

It was so shocking to me, I felt dazed, confused and pain from my bladder truly reminded me of why I had awoken in the first place.

I needed to pee.

I moved out of the bed, supporting my big and rounded stomach as I waddle towards the toilet. I let out a sigh of relief as my full bladder slowly emptied but my initial thoughts came back flooding my head.

Where was Greyson? And why didn’t he spend the night with me? I couldn’t understand it at all. I had left the lights on so that he could put it off when he was about to go to bed and I could wake up to say Goodnight to him but that never happened.

I had tried to wait for him in bed after taking a bath with him nowhere in sight, but I could feel his presence around the house last night which had made me believe that he had been somewhere around the house, most likely helping them clear up from the feast or socializing with the last of the guests.

So it was more than shocking and disturbing to find out that he had not spent the night beside me. I pushed those thoughts aside and instead, stripped out of my clothes and moved to put on a robe, before moving to the sink to brush my teeth.

I noted how rough my hair was and made a mental note to wash it while I took a shower. I had refused to do so the previous day for reasons I couldn’t explain.

I had just put a little toothpaste on my brush and was bringing the item into my mouth when I caught sight of it.

The mate mark.

It was faded.

I dropped the toothbrush in my hand and I blinked once, twice, but it remained the same. I moved a finger there to wipe at it but nothing came off my fingers neither did it change anything but it really looked like some sort of ink was fading inside my skin.

I swipe my finger across the mark once more but it doesn’t change a thing. My mark really is fading. I dash out of the room as much as my pregnant belly would let me and I move swiftly to Jessy’s room.

The only other place I can think of that he would be in this early in the morning. The sight of only Jessy sleeping on her bed made my heart constrict in my chest.

I didn’t know what exactly to focus on but everything that came to mind was negative.

It was still pretty early but I still went to his office to check if he had maybe fallen asleep while working in the space. When I checked it was empty too, it didn’t even look like he had been there at all the previous night.

I exit the room and just as I’m about to head back to my room to try to call him, I see the guest bedroom door in front of me. I didn’t want to think that he would have spent the night there for whatever reason but it was pretty much the only option left here.

I pushed open the door and indeed he was sprayed across the center of the bed, sleeping peacefully.

It took my s a few seconds to process all the emotions that were going through me at seeing Greyson laying on the bed so care free. What was he thinking? How could he have done something like this without telling me, when he knew just how much it was going to bother me.

At a point in our relationship, we had stayed apart. We had slept in different rooms but from the moment that it became official enough to share a room, we had never gone back. We slept on the same bed together, no matter how upset one was with the other.

I moved towards the bed and reached to put a palm across his forehead. Maybe he had felt sick and didn’t want to disturb me through the night. The man could be sweet like that sometimes.

The moment my very warm palm pressed against his slightly cold forehead, Greyson groaned as if in pain, before turning away from me and sighing in what sounded like relief, and in the next minute he whispered a word that sent rage coursing through my body.

Estel? What the hell?

I immediately began pushing him on the bed trying to wake him up.

The moment his eyes flip open, confusion flooded them first but soon it is replaced with anger.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” He hissed angrily at me and my blood boiled even faster.

“W-what the hell I’m doing in here? How about what the hell are you doing in here, moshing Estel in your sleep.” I screamed out at him.

That look of confusion that had previously been in his eyes when he had first flipped them covered his eyes again and destabilize me. I couldn’t understand or grasp how he could move from anger to confusion and just as the thought ran through my mind, his face pinched in anger once more.

“Don’t be stupid Freya.” He said.

In the most contempt filled voice I had ever known him to use with me. Not even while I was a slave did Greyson ever regard me with such hatred and anger before. It was scary. Too scary.

A string of insults was about to escape my lips when I caught sight of the mark on his neck. It was starting to fade too.

A gasp escaped my lips before I could control it and I move from my side of the bed to the part where Greyson was sat and took his face in my hands to observe his neck.

I run a finger through the mark and I could feel as Greyson tensed under my fingers. I was beyond confused about the happenings around me at this point.

“What are you doing Freya.” Greyson asked.

“Your mate mark. It’s fading. The same with mine, that’s the major reason I even came to find you. What’s happening?”

Greyson pulled me into his arms and moving my head to the side he began inspecting the side of my neck that held the mark.

He soon moved from the bed to the dresser at the end of the room and inspected his own neck. He turned back to me after he seemed satisfied with whatever observation he had found.

“They both look fine to me Freya.” He dismissed, moving towards the door and leaving me utterly confused, surprised and angry.

How could he just dismiss me like that? How could he see his obviously fading mark and say that it looked fine to him.

Just as he placed his hand on the knob of the door, he turns around and looks me in the eyes for the first time since he flipped them open.

“Maybe the reason I didn’t sleep in bed with you last night, is because you smell like death. I advice you take a bath with the sweetest scented soap you have because you smell even worse this morning.” He said and pulling open the door, he exited the room without so much as a backward glance my way.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

This was definitely not my mate.