Married To A CEO. Omega
Chapter 23 - Twenty-One

Chapter 23: Chapter Twenty-One

LEO

"Please, please don’t come near me...PLEASE!" I plead, my meekly voice cracking.

"I am sorry, I am sorry." He apologizes but his thirsty and greedy sickening touch says otherwise, "You smell so nice, little omega..." He pounces at me just as he finishes saying those dirty things to me.

"No, no!" I cry with all my might, "I don’t want it! Let me go!"

My eyes fly open. My blood is thumping on my veins, my heart is pounding on my ears, my lungs dangerously demanding for oxygen but it feels like something is stuck on my air pipe, preventing air from going down and cold sweat dripping down my forehead. I sit up.

I need water.

"Leo, are you okay?" A worried soothing voice echoes in my ears, "Here drink it." Erwin passes me a glass of water. I take it from his hands and gulp the content down almost at once. I hand it back to him. He puts it aside and then carefully asks, "Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?"

I nod, feeling somewhat calm now, "Did I wake you up?"

"No, no, don’t worry." He assures me, "I wasn’t actually sleeping. Is everything alright?" He gives me a warm squeeze in my hand.

Just then I notice the faint light of a lamp in the corner of the room. I look over my shoulder to see a lamp illuminating my study table. Some report papers and textbooks are scattered over the desk. "What were you doing?" I ask as I turn my head back to Erwin and look him in the eyes. "It’s almost three in the morning."

"Was just making some reports for my group project," He casts a glance back to the table, "you don’t have to think about it. Wait." Erwin gets on his feet and walks over to the illuminated table. He switches off the lamp, tidies up the heap of papers and then again comes over to the bed and slips under the bed next to me. He pulls me closer to him by my waist. "Now, tell me what it is about."

"What?" I rest my head on his chest.

"Your night nightmare." He specifies himself.

"You don’t want to know." I mumble underneath my breath.

"Why not?" He softly pushes.

I hide my face on his chest. He smells like rich coffee. So nice...

"It’s about how I differentiated myself as an omega."

There is a pause. Surely he didn’t expect the answer. But Erwin soon recovers himself, "It’s okay I am listening."

I lift my head a little to sneak a peek at him, then wrap my arms around him and make myself comfortable. "It was when I was in the first year of my junior years." I start my tale, "One day, I suddenly felt sick. My body felt hot and I started to release my pheromones even without noticing. I went to the infirmary. The nurse said I was in my heat cycle and gave me some medicine to stabilize my pheromones. She asked me to rest at the infirmary." I exhale a heavy breath, "I did what she said and laid down there. After a while she excused herself for a bit to go and cheek up on a football player, who probably sprained his ankle. She went to the club room to treat him, leaving me all alone in the infirmary. I didn’t mind.

"B-But just a few minutes after she left someone entered the infirmary." My words start to crack as the noose around my throat starts to tighten, my voice barely above a whisper. Erwin gently strokes my hand, reminding me that I am not alone in my dark, cruel nightmare. "That boy was an alpha and probably was a senior. He got turned on by my pheromones a-and...raped me." I pause. I need air. I need to breathe. There is a lump on my throat, choking me.

And I fail to notice the hand tightening around my waist and bulging vein popping on Erwin’s throat and forehead. "I was crying my lungs out for help but no one came since there were classes taking place in classrooms. Everyone was occupied. At some point I started to lose my consciousness because of the excessive pain. It felt wet and weird. But the wetness on my lower body wasn’t any cum or something, it was perhaps blood. Just then thankfully the nurse rushed in. She rescued me but soon after I fainted from the overwhelming shock and agony of the event."

There is a defending silence in the room. I feel like countless bees boozing beneath my skin, my body trembling slightly. Not just my mind but my body remembers that disgusting touch too. All of a sudden I feel nauseating. I want to throw up.

"Do you remember?" Erwin asks abruptly. There is something in his voice that I can’t figure out. His tone seems too foreign to me but still for some unknown reason I don’t hate it. It’s rather comforting me, calming my wild heartbeats. I feel...safe and content. He squeezes my hand after a beat to bring me back to the present.

"Remember what?" I whisper.

"That person’s identity." He pauses to find the less painful word for the next phase, "W-Who did this to you."

I shake my head slowly, "My memory of that time is very hazy. I can barely remember anything about what happened after the boy pounced on me. The doctor said it happened because of excessive trauma."

"Any evidence?" Erwin inquiries further.

I again shake my head, "When I woke up the next day, everything was cleaned up. There was no single evidence of the previous event. Someone had cleaned it up without leaving even a hint. My grandma inquired about the school principal and the nurse but they refused to say anything about the culprit. I have an assumption that my parents know something about the incident they too refuse to open their mouths."

Another defending silence starches between us. Maybe I said too much about my past. Maybe I just disgusted him out. These words start to ring in my head, making me shift in my position uncomfortably. But I freeze when I feel a pair of soft lips brushing against my forehead.

"It’s okay." He assures as if he just saw through me, "Sometimes some unfortunate things happen. And we can’t do anything about them."

But dear lord, who will tell him that my whole damn life is filled with unfortunate events? Everything I do turns back at me. Maybe one day he will become one of those unfortunate events that come back again and again to hunt me down. Maybe one day he will become the death of me. But for some reason I am not scared. If he is the one who will come back to haunt me in the future, then I don’t mind. And I know I will be fine when the time comes.

"So..." I attempt to change the topic, "what were you doing late at night? Is that something important?"

"Oh that?" Erwin shrugs. "It’s just my group project. I was working late because the submission date is in three days. Our group put it off for so long that now we are struggling with the deadline." I am sure that he has understood my attempt to change the subject. And I know it too that he has so many questions to ask but he still goes along with that since I don’t want to talk about that anymore.

"You sure are a very clumsy student." I at last muster up the courage to look up and look him in the eyes. "Which major are you taking anyway?"

As the words slip past my lips, I understand how stupid I sound. But Erwin just crackles it off, "I am taking History."

"History?" Amazement evident in my tone and eyes, "You are a weird one."

"Maybe I am." He admits almost immediately, shaking his head. "What about you? Which major did you take?"

"Me?" I point at me with my forefinger, "Isn’t it obvious? Of course I took Business." And suddenly something dawns on me, "Oh while we are on this topic. How old are you? When is your birthday?"

"I am twenty-two years old." He answers simply, "My birthdate is thirty first December."

"You are so young..." I comment.

"As if it matters." He chuckles, "What about you?"

"Well, I am turning twenty-six this year." I hum, "Twenty-nine August."

"You are older than me?" he exclaims, astonished.

"What did you think?" I smack him lightly on the chest disdainfully, "I have graduated ages ago!"

Suddenly Erwin yanks me over him by my waist, making me sit on his lap. Caught by off guard, I yelp and he whispers in my ear seductively, "Kitten, does any of them matter at all? You will always be my little kitten."

Goosebumps washes all over my body. "W-What are you doing, Erwin? I have to go to work in a few hours." I bit out with some difficulty as blood rushes up to my face and heart starts to thump loudly against my rib cage. Though I am saying this, the anticipation building in the pit of my stomach says otherwise.

"Don’t worry kitten. I won’t take long" A devious smirk crosses his face.