The Vampire's Last Omega

Nesting: Part 1

Before the betas left, Teru asked them where he could find a hole to relieve himself. Their faces were disgusted. They pointed to the contraption called a 'toilet,' and told him to figure it out himself. It wasn't his fault for being so ignorant at what was apparently a basic necessity in the modern world.

After a few trial runs and momentary terror at seeing the water rise to the top before swirling down, Teru now sat on the cold floor, looking inside the porcelain bowl. He couldn't stop observing the water that was being wasted for this kind of thing! One flush could last him and his family for a day, maybe two. Mom would say something snarky if she saw him using it.

The reminder of her brought another surge of sadness. He rested his forehead against the toilet seat. Despite being out of it for most of the time since being captured, his body felt tired. The events from the last three days had finally taken its toll on him. Or has it been longer than that?

Where is Lucas? What about my other pack members? Will it hurt when I die? All his inner turmoil came out through thick tears. His chest heaved from trying to stifle his cries. Although he was alone, he still couldn't show his true, fragmented self.

Teru didn't notice the person sneaking up behind him. He was startled when a hand touched his shoulder. He jumped away, hiding in the corner. Seriously, he needed to stop accidentally trapping himself in such places.

It was the vampire, looking down at him. "Are you sick?" Kieran asked.

I can't believe he saw me like this. He returned faster than I thought he would.

Teru shook off his jitters. Now wasn't the time to show how afraid he was. "N-no. I want to go home."

"Back to that savage place? But everything you need is here."

God, this vamp didn't understand. He mentioned he worked here, so that meant he was probably used to this luxurious lifestyle. Do vampires have a pack? Can they feel love? Doubt it. "It's not savage. You took me from my life. I have no one."

"You have me."

Teru scoffed. "I don't know you."

"Then ask me anything."

"No, thank you." Teru got up to leave the bathroom with Kieran's gaze following him.

There was another tray of food on the small table next to the bed. The plate was covered with a silver dome, but Teru could smell the grilled aroma. It was meat. Since he hasn't eaten in days, he salivated.

No. He couldn't eat. It was the only thing he had control over. Teru crawled back under the bedcovers, but as soon as the humid darkness enveloped him, the blankets came off in a flurry.

"Eat. Humans require three meals a day."

"I'm not hungry." His stomach betrayed him by rumbling in protest.

Kieran heard the sound. He lifted the shiny lid, revealing a large portion of sizzling brown meat. After cutting the beef into pieces, he stabbed a small cube with a fork. He held it up to Teru's lips. The omega turned away from the offer; no way was he going to accept it.

Kieran didn't give up. He squeezed Teru's cheeks in a way that forced his mouth open and shoved the meat inside.

His tongue pushed it out. Teru snapped at the offending hand. The bite left small knicks on Kieran's thumb.

"Don't bite the hand that feeds you," Kieran growled, shoving more food into Teru's mouth. His inner omega listened, not wanting to disobey the alpha anymore. It was mentally exhausting. He hated himself for his cursed gender!