Runaway Omega
Chapter 193 - – 172 - Palpable Change

Chapter 193: Chapter – 172 - Palpable Change

Wahrryn’s Point Of View

"I wonder how long Master’s meeting will be...?" I grumbled into Master’s pillow.

He had been gone a little over an hour now– and we didn’t want to barge in and bother him– but personally, I was beginning to worry.

He told us to stay put– because he had to attend an important meeting– but we never thought he’d be gone this long.

"Well, if I had to guess... I’d say another hour or so... Maybe?" Mahxim said, rubbing my back to comfort me.

"Should we ask Blaihre?" Jehssope suggested.

"Only if you see him nearby... I don’t think we should bother him if he’s busy..." Maihsson murmured.

"Yeah... Just peek your head out the door, and see if he’s already out there somewhere..." I agreed.

Mahxim got off the bed, and headed for the door. I couldn’t shake the anxiety that I was feeling, because the look on our Master’s face before he left was... Eerily ominous...

He looked sad, anxious, angry, and frustrated, but he never said a word. He never told us if something was wrong, and he tried to put on a brave face just before walking out.

Master Lyukhe wasn’t a very controlling man... Outside of sex... But before he left us in his room, he told us that we could only play video games on the TV.

"Under no circumstances are you to watch TV shows or movies without me... Understood?"

The serious look in his eyes as he gave that command made my stomach hurt, and it made my anxiety unbearable.

"Hey, Carhla? Do you know where Master Lyukhe is?" I heard Mahxim ask.

"Okay. Thank you." He replied with a nod, before closing the door.

"Mrs. Carhla said that he is still in his study. She said the meeting should end before dinner, and not to worry." Mahxim said, plopping back down on the bed.

We still had a few hours before dinner, so that painted a very vague picture about how long the meeting would last. I heaved another weary sigh, and squeezed Master’s pillow closer to my face.

It didn’t really smell like him anymore, with all of our constant worrying, the entire room was bathed in our pheromones. I wanted Master to comfort me. I wanted him to tell me that nothing was wrong, and that he was worried for nothing.

I felt a soft gentle kiss on my forehead, and opened my eyes. Even though it wasn’t our Master, the face that Maihsson was making right now did its best to soothe my anxious mind.

"Let’s play a racing game, Wahrryn. Mahxim and Jehssope will play too." Maihsson said, smiling at me gently.

"Okay. But we really need to find another game... You’re just too good at racing games..." I sighed.

He had become insanely good at racing games, and card games. It didn’t matter what type of racing game or card game it was, he would wipe the floor with us no matter what. It was like Lady Luck never left his side during a game.

His one and only weakness was shooting games or thriller games. He’d scream and flinch at every little thing, when we played zombie and/or monster hunting games. Meanwhile, Mahxim absolutely loved those types of games.

I didn’t have anymore reservations about Maihsson now, either. We had basically made an agreement between the two of us. We even swore not to tell Jehssope and Mahxim about it.

I thought that Maihsson was jealous that our Master would take me to his Playroom from time to time. It didn’t happen as often as I would have liked– since Mahxim and Jehssope refused to step foot in there again– but when I went into my heat cycle or when it was my day of the week, we would always go to the Playroom.

I was afraid at first– since the things in there reminded me of Danhiel’s harsh teachings– but due to Master Lyukhe being a kind-hearted pervert, those fears didn’t last long. He treated us equally, and doted on us incessantly.

At first, Maihsson seemed to be the competitive type. Or so I thought...

After our first time together in the Playroom, I learned that Maihsson was having similar issues with his body just like me, and he didn’t want Jehssope to know.

After seeing the whole room, he told me and Master Lyukhe about the things that had been done to him in the facility, and the fears he had gained from the whole ordeal.

I felt bad for him– and partially responsible for the treatment that he recieved– and once I knew his story, I couldn’t feel any jealousy towards him anymore... I could only feel a strong sense of comradery.

"Ryn? Comin’...? Wahrryn?" I heard a muffled voice, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Huh?" I said, blinking repeatedly.

When I focused my eyes, Mahxim was looking directly into them– almost nose to nose. I could hear the music from the start menu playing, and realized that I had zoned out while playing the game. I had been too caught up in my thoughts.

"Are you listening? Are you okay?" Mahxim asked, worry and concern darkening his features.

"I’m fine... Just... Reminiscing a bit, I guess..." I murmured softly.

"Jeez... I thought something was wrong with you..." He sighed, shaking his head.

"No, I’m alright... What were you saying a moment ago?" I asked, trying to distract him.

"I asked if you wanted to go with us to Lyukhe’s office..." He replied, exasperated.

I immediately perked up at the thought. I was really bored– and I did want to see our Master– but I had this nagging feeling, that strongly cautioned to me that this was a bad idea.

Suddenly, Master’s worried eyes flashed in my mind, and I shivered. Everything felt so ominous, and it terrified me. It felt just like the day we had decided to run away from the facility.

Everything felt so scary, and so uncertain. I didn’t want things to change, I didn’t want to lose whatever small, frail, or inadequate sliver of normalcy that we had finally found. I couldn’t answer Mahxim, I was afraid that we wouldn’t be able to go back to these peaceful days anymore, after we walked into Master’s office.

"It’s fine. The decision isn’t going to be on you. After all, it’s 3 against 1, if you don’t agree. We just didn’t want to leave you behind." Jehssope shrugged, indifferent.

At first glance, he seemed calm and collected, but after spending the past 6 years together, I knew that it was all a facade. He was afraid of everything. He had a strong aversion to men, some days that even applied to Master.

"Fine... I’ll go..." I sighed, finally caving at the expectant stares that I was currently receiving.

I didn’t want to go, but I also didn’t want to be left behind either. I would definitely implode from the silence and boredom.

I climbed out of bed, then followed closely behind everyone, as we made our way to Master’s study.

I reached out and took Mahxim’s hand for comfort, and he laced our fingers together before shoving them into his pajama pants pocket, dramatically. I giggled despite the nervous tension I was feeling. No matter what bothered me, Mahxim always found a way to make me laugh.

He was irreplaceable to me... He was the anchor that kept me bound to this loathsome world. While I did like our Master– and I never wanted to leave his side– but, in a situation where we’re somehow separated from Master Lyukhe, I would be okay as long as Mahxim was still by my side.

We reached Master’s study while my thoughts ran wild, and a cold chill ran up my spine. I squeezed Mahxim’s hand tighter, and he looked back at me and grinned.

"No matter what, we will face it all head-on. Come what may, we’ll all face the future together. Okay?" Mahxim said, petting my hair.

"Yeah... After all, we finally have a family and friends. We’ve managed to secure a modicum of peace. I’m not going to let it go without a fight, at least." Jehssope said with a grin.

"Yeah... I love our Master. I don’t want another family, everyday is fun here. I couldn’t imagine life without you guys..." Maihsson added.

Jehssope’s determined grin was apparently infectious. I sighed. I knew that I should voice my own opinions about this situation, but each of their expressions were full of resolved determination, and I just couldn’t bring myself to say anything.

After I gave a resigned nod, Maihsson smiled happily and opened the door. However, the next words that I heard rooted me to the spot. I could feel my fear and panic rise in epic proportions.

"Another way that they could divide us, would be to attack any of the Mafia Kings. We would be honor bound to lend the attacked King our aid. However, even if we show up in person, or lend our men... Doing either one of those things would make us vulnerable to an attack on our own Duhtchies... Am I right, My King?" A man had asked.

I wanted to turn back time, I didn’t want to be caught up in another war, I had no idea what would happen this time. I had so much more to lose now, and I was too powerless to protect anything.

’We really shouldn’t have left Master’s room... We should’ve just stayed blissfully unaware for as long as possible...’