The Omegas Second Chance

Chapter 17

Levi

Every muscle in my body felt tensed and ready to pounce. I had seen enough, but she kept wiping away at the makeup on her face. My fists balled tightly on the top of my desk and I could feel my pulse spiking and my breathing quicken. Her black eyes that had been in the process of healing were still visible. Is this what Patrick tried to warn me about? Had he seen them? Why the f**k did he not say anything if he had? This was something I needed to know. A part of me wanted to dive into the reason why I was the one who needed to know about the pain and obvious trauma she has been through, but now was not the time for that.

Her eyes widened before I realized I had been growling. I took a deep breath and looked out my window at the view of the mountains in the distance. I had worked for so long in the city that I was glad I had a change of pace here in Tamino falls. Out here, the air was fresh, clear, and calming. The city was busy, polluted, and drove my wolf mad. I counted to fifteen with each inhale to steady my nerves and anger.

When I felt calm enough to face the situation at hand, Shayna was looking at her lap with tears in her eyes. A few had fallen from the tips of her lashes and tracked down her cheeks, leaving a trail on her milky skin. I couldn't stop myself. I reached across my desk with one hand tipping her chin up to raise her eyes to mine and the other carefully, gently, swiping my thumb across her cheek to rid the evidence of her sorrow and pain from her skin. Her soft intake of breath sent a jolt through my body. At first, I had wondered if I had crossed the line, but the way her pupils dilated and her pulse quickened told me this was safe. This wasn't unwanted.

If you had asked fifteen year old me that I would be obsessing over Shayna Penza, Akers, I thought bitterly, I would have told you that you were out of your damned mind. But 35-year-old Levi was sporting a semi that was growing thicker and harder by the second with each moment that my hand was on her silky-smooth skin. I wanted to slap younger me upside the head for treating this gem the way I had. Omegas were precious, especially to alphas.

"Levi?" She questioned, and I jerked my hand back, not realizing that I was still touching her, holding her, cradling her face in my hands. I ignored the fact that she had nuzzled her head into my palm. I ignored the scent of her omega pheromones rising despite the fact that she was on suppressants. She was so beautiful, so f*****g strong to still be standing here after everything I can imagine that she went through, like a wildflower, beautiful and resilient in all conditions of life. I don't know the whole story, but I absolutely planned on finding out. I rubbed my fingers through my hair and tugged a little bit, letting the bite of pain bring me back to the here and now.

"Right. Well, here's what we're going to do" I started, but she interrupted me.

"We?" She parroted.

"Yes, we," I said without any hint of a joke in my voice. "You don't have to do this alone. You aren't alone anymore. You can rely on others for help. You can lean on your friends."

"We're friends?" I was getting annoyed with the way she parroted my questions back at me, but I couldn't blame her for being confused. I had never given her any reason or inclination that we were anything more than coworkers or that I was more than just her boss. She didn't know that there were several nights that I locked myself in my office bathroom to jerk my c**k until it was weeping just at the thought of her, the smell of her. Her suppressants did nothing for me. I don't know if any other alphas in the office were having the same issue, but everything about her was like an aphrodisiac to me.

"For now", I left it at that. She didn't need to know that I wanted her. Not yet. She didn't need to know that I planned on making her mine, that I wanted to consume her every thought from the moment her eyes opened to the time her eyes shut at night and even in her dreams. I didn't care that she had a son. Hell, my wolf was even perky at the thought of taking him in under our wing. Especially if the role models in his life have been as piss poor as his father.

"I don't even know what that means" she muttered. I was sure she didn't mean for me to hear but I did.

"Were going to start the divorce process. That is what you want, right?" I asked, hoping, no praying to any god that existed that she didn't want him still. I warred with myself over the thoughts of if she still had feelings for her ex or if she was planning on leaving to go back to him.

"Yes. I want that..." her voice was soft, hesitant. "I had meant to, honest. I just got distracted and I hadn't even known where to start. It's part of the reason I took the job here. I wanted to learn and use what I learned to protect myself. Maybe even others in my situation."

"We have charities we donate to and sponsor. Some are for survivors of domestic abuse. Some are for shelters for families in need. Some are children's charities. I can give you information on them and you can help me brainstorm more ways to help. But for now, lets focus on you. I have a feeling you haven't been the main focus of anyone's attention in a long time and its time to change that. But the first step is divorce. I need to know every detail no matter how hard it may be to talk about. I wont judge you. Whatever you tell me will stay confidential unless it needs to be brought up in trial. But we need to document everything. So every text, every message, every photo and every single bit of evidence you can give me will only help build our case stronger. Depending on the judge we get, that can also play out in your favor. This is a lot and can be hard to process but I'm going to be here every step of the way. We're going to get this fucker for every thing he's worth. I'm going to enjoy this"