An opportunity?

Dad and Jay were with me as I struggled to battle the inner demons that tried to rear their heads up, taunting me, making me believe my mother had cheated on my father with an omega, or that I had probably been switched at birth. Many possibilities flashed through my mind as I thought of what my biological family would say if they heard their son differentiated into a freaking omega.

I was the first in the freaking generation of alphas.

Dad had to trace my family tree until we found an omega mother, six generations before me. I never got to hear about her until my stepdad, Andrew, did the findings for me, so I wouldn't blame my late mom. Guess she was the only exception for the non-omega spouse in the family because she was my ancestors' real mate, a rare gift from the goddess.

When the storm eased, I saw an opening in the once foggy road. Now that I was an omega, there was a possibility for me to get him. He still hadn't gotten his mate, and I wondered, for the first time, if I was the one. Wishful thinking, I know, but you can't blame me.

What was that again? I was trying to find the light at the end of the tunnel, despite knowing it might be the light from a train.

“Still no success with a mate?” I asked, plopping down on the kitchen stool to watch him dish out the meal after he unceremoniously woke me up, just because today was a school day. And that's me rolling my eyes at that.

Thankfully, I was in my final year. After that, I won't have to put up with him waking me up early until I start college, which wouldn't be until my 20th year because I planned to take two gap years.

 “No luck, baby,” Jay said, turning, with a plate of steaming bacon, potatoes and omelette in his hands. Not oddly enough, my eyes went to his face like it had been doing a lot recently, especially since I differentiated. 

With golden emerald eyes, he looked like a character you would see in a manga. He had his curly long dark blonde hair up in a ponytail, with a few strands loose enough to fan his face, and a light stubble on his jaw, which I knew would be gone by evening. 

“Take a picture, darling. It will last long,” he teased, placing the plate on the kitchen island. “Eat up, baby boy. I need to drop you off before I head to class.”

Despite the soft flip of my stomach after hearing he was taking me to school, I frowned, staring at the food before focusing on him. “Why are you the one driving me to school? What of Dad?” 

“He has an early morning appointment and has already left. He asked me to drive you to school instead,” he explained, reaching over to ruffle my hair. “Eat, pumpkin, your big brother is taking you to school.” He flashed a smile at me and left the kitchen, probably to get ready for class.

I watched him leave before I placed a hand over my heart that was racing like crazy. Each time I saw him, my heart always felt like it was ready to lunge into his arms. Every skip seemed like a stone skipping across calm water, creating ripples of excitement. 

Now that I was an omega, the feelings seemed to have intensified, but there was nothing I could do about that. Being an omega might seem like a good thing, but I don't know what to do, the steps to take or how to fucking get my stepbrother, who didn't know he had a crazy and obsessed younger brother.

“Baby!” Jay yelled from his room. “Stop daydreaming and eat your food. We're leaving in a few!”

“I know!” 

Damn it.

Grumbling, I started eating, knowing he might leave me behind if I didn't do as he asked. He hadn't done that before, though, but I'm confident he might, seeing that he has a last paper to complete before he starts his internship. 

I didn't even know why he bothered to wait for me. He could have left and asked me to take the bus. Yet, I'm grateful he didn't ask me to do that. It wasn't every time that I got lucky enough to catch a ride with Jay. Dad always took care of that. Jay only drove me when Dad couldn't, and that was a rarity.

….

The drive to school was filled with Jay nodding his head along to the new Thai pop he discovered last week and occasionally singing out, “The bad girls like you,” a little too loud for me. I didn't complain, though, not when I was enjoying it. I loved this side of him more, the teasing smile, the way he would lean in slightly towards me and wink. I loved it, and it made me feel so damned special. 

Before long, I was already nodding my head along to the music. It was difficult not to get pulled by it, the beat and all. I could see why he liked it. It might even turn out to be my favourite. That would be after I checked the lyrics. It was the most important part for me. I need to know what I'm singing to. 

“Do you want to eat out for dinner? Dad's not returning home either. We can buy pizza or go out if you like. It's your call,” he said, reducing the volume of his speaker. 

“No, let's have pizza at home.” I didn't even need to think about it before giving my response.

I always loved it each time we had pizza together, especially whenever Father was out. We would stay curled together on the couch, watching a movie after we had eaten. I always looked forward to our pizza time, but they were rare. It had been five months since the last time we had one, and I was looking forward to it.

He looked at me, smiled, and nodded. “Anything for you, darling.” He winked.

My stomach felt warm at his words, and I felt it flip, almost like there was something in my stomach, ready to leap out of it.