The Vampire's Last Omega

Illiterate

"Stop doing that! It's unsanitary," Kieran scolded, grabbing Teru's wrist to make him let go of the dirty rag. He forced him to stand.

The omega was not in the mood right now.

It'd been days since being used like the wolf in heat he was. At first, Teru wanted to avoid this person just from sheer humiliation. Who wouldn't be after giving their body away to someone of such caliber as Kieran?

He wallowed in how naïve he was growing up, thinking his virginity would always be intact and wanting to go against everyone's wishes for him to settle down as soon as possible when he came of age—prove them wrong that he was strong enough to overcome his gender.

Yet, feeling Kieran's seed spread in his belly the second time made him realize he wasn't strong at all—his inner omega loved it when the alpha released inside his womb.

Today, that oh-so-familiar sense of wanting to nest again made him antsy—he felt the need to clean this place spotless and find anything new to add to his vault of comfort items.

In other words, he was in bitch-mode.

"Someone has to do it," Teru retorted back. "It's disgusting."

They were referring to the dark, congealed blood he was wiping off the floor where the beta's eyes had been gouged out. The maid who had let that guy in hadn't returned—she was probably scared she'd be killed. Since they'd been too paranoid about when his next heat wave would hit, no one had been cleaning the penthouse. The alpha followed him everywhere, clinging onto him when possible.

And then, when his spicy pheromones had completely disappeared that morning, Kieran had finally left him alone to see Dr. Charles.

"I'll find a new servant by tomorrow to do this." Kieran dragged him to the kitchen to wash his crimson-stained hands. "Tell me anything that bothers you, and I'll do it instead."

"You could let me go back to my pack. Not being free bothers me."

Kieran frowned. "Watch your words. You know that's the one thing I can't do."

Teru watched the old blood flow into the drain before scrubbing underneath his nails with the soap bar. "Do you feel guilty for hurting him? He's blind forever..."

"I don't. Not one bit. It was justified. Besides, I showed him more mercy than most vampires would've."

Teru wanted to mock his words, but he stopped himself as he patted his hands with a towel.

Move on. Don't get yourself riled up.

"Did you ask about my cycle?"

"I did." Kieran explained how it could be malnutrition or stress, so they needed to be more vigilant about his surroundings before it became a permanent condition.

That was it? Just those two reasons?

"I see," Teru said, disappointed that he was basically a ticking time bomb.

He went over to the wall of books, picked out a random one, and sat on the couch to "read" it.

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Kieran wondered if this was a side effect of not finishing his heat from the unstable hormones. Teru was being snippy, a stark contrast to his skittishness as of late. With the cleaning, it was almost like he was on the verge of nesting.

Plus, the skeptical vampire couldn't help but notice the topics of every book Teru chose since the start of their reading sessions. Economics? Computer science? CEO biographies? He thought his tastes were just practical...until now. In his hands was a thick, French dictionary with razor-thin pages and a hundred words per side.