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A Day In The Life Of Omega Remi!

Small note: Technically, this is a day in the life of Omega Remi post-chapter 9, but this needed to be uploaded within March and chapter 9 comes out April 2nd. This will still make sense with only having read up to chapter 8, but you will understand what I mean after 9 comes out.

6:00

Knocking and announcement of the time from Alpha Quinn woke Remi just enough to call back in thanks and promise to be downstairs in ten minutes. His alpha was so tolerant, Remi thought with a smile as he stretched against the thick, fluffy white duvet. As soon as Remi had a phone of his own, he would be up first to wake his alpha. An omega should always rise first, they should be preparing their alpha’s day before their eyes even op…

7:30

The goodbye that carried up the stairs, and subsequent front door clunk, roused Remi into a sleepy seated position in the centre of his bed.

He had overslept again.

7:31

Remi flopped back down with a sigh.

Another day of letting down his alpha. With a flurry of kicks into his duvet he attempted to release his frustration. It didn’t work, and now his toes were cold. He squeezed his fists into his eyes for a moment. If he cried again Alpha Quinn might notice, and he didn’t like it when Remi cried. Instead, he sniffed deep and hard and blinked up at the ceiling a few times until his eyes cleared.

Alpha Quinn had been so patient with him already. He needed to pull himself together and do better.

A deep breath, and he dragged himself over the edge of the enormous bed. It was the bed of an alpha, but Remi would never complain. He’d never had a bed that wasn’t originally built for a child, now he rested in his own plush palace. Once the pack grew, he would be moved somewhere else, of course. Maybe the sofa, so he could be near the kitchen. Maybe on the floor of Alpha Quinn’s room to be nearby for any needs he may have. Remi mused over his possible placements as he brushed his teeth and washed his face.

The toiletries donated to his private bathroom on his first night had the same elegant scents that followed Alpha Quinn. The brand names were foreign to Remi, but he got the impression they were expensive. Everything in Alpha Quinn’s home looked and smelled expensive.

In his old pack, the shampoo and conditioner came from the same bottle. Shower gel only purchased it it proudly boasted ‘£1!’ stickers. Lotion was white, generic, and unperfumed. The all-white bathroom that attached to his new bedroom was a spa in comparison. Well, Remi had only seen a spa in an old movie once, but when the tiled room filled with steam it was totally the same.

8:00

It was colder and colder every morning. Autumn from inside Alpha Quinn’s home was very different to his old pack house. His new alpha left the thermostat bare of threatening notes and hiked up the temperature when he was home. Despite the encouragement Remi had been given to alter the heating as he pleased, he knew better than that. Fool me once. After pulling on one of his super-stretched-out sweaters, he toed his way out of his room and down the stairs.

The all-white furniture added to the morning chill, as though the cold air bounced off the crisp clean surfaces. Different textures, all the same white. Walls, floors, windows and doors. Money doesn’t grow on trees, his alpha’s voice growled in his mind, who needs matching chairs anyway? Lazy animals should be glad they get a seat at the table.

Old alpha. Remi shook his head, feeling his topknot bobbing against his scalp. His new alpha liked expensive matching furniture. He continued on to the kitchen.

A plastic-wrapped bowl was waiting in the fridge for him, as it had every day since he had arrived. Having food prepared for him by his alpha was a kind gesture that he was allowing to go too far. He couldn’t even remember how many times it had happened, how many meals he owed back. It was his role to cook all the meals anyway, so how did he absolve the debt? The rules were different here, and Remi couldn’t completely work them out.

An alpha should not have to explain themselves. It was up to their omega to understand them. Remi recited what he had deduced so far as he ate.

- Alpha Quinn doesn’t like it when I cry

- Alpha Quinn wants the pack to rise early and be productive

- Alpha Quinn wants the other humans to think he is one of them, I must not let them find out we are not

And then there were the tests: encouraging him to do things that Remi knew he shouldn’t. But he would not falter. He was good. If he was good, he could stay.

8:30

Although there was a dishwasher tucked into one of the cupboards, it was empty, so Remi couldn’t put it on. If he put his empty bowl in without turning it on, he was making mess. If he put it on with only one item, he was wasting money. He pouted into the leftover fruit juices. That wouldn’t do at all. He hand washed it briskly and placed it back in the cupboard with the help of one of the bar stools, which he carefully pushed back against the island when it was done.

An omega’s presence should not be known unless it was asked for. They should leave every space cleaner than they arrived…

8:45

Unfortunately for Remi, Alpha Quinn’s home was immaculate.

Every day he wiped down perfectly clean furniture with the apple-scented disposables he found under the sink, but even the desperate dragging out of the only chore he could assign himself was over too quickly.

9:00

Remi tossed the still-white wipes into the bin and returned to the living room. Standing aimlessly in the centre of the carpet was practically part of his daily routine now. A little cold shiver ran up the back of his neck as he thought to the Assistant - watching him, listening to him, recording him.

An omega doing nothing with his time. Too stupid to think of any way to make himself helpful. What was Alpha Quinn thinking of his lack of productivity? Was he tracking his uselessness? At what point would his alpha snap?

He had already made it perfectly clear he was only allowing Remi in his home under sufferance. The tests were how Remi would prove himself worthy of joining the pack. The spotless house was another test, but he had no solution to it.

His old pack house was permanently being put into disarray by all the pack mem-

Remi clapped his hands over his forehead. He needed to stop the comparisons. If he couldn’t let go of his old pack, he deserved to still be within it. This was exa…

11:34

Remi blinked. How long had he been stood in the same spot? Tummy turning and brain melting? The clock by the TV scolded him with its answer.

He shuffled to the Assistant that guarded the ground floor.

“Assistant?”

The metal cylinder lit up in response. “Hello, how can I help?”

“Please send a message to… Q-Quinn’s phone.” He was failing that test, then.

“What is your message to Quinn’s phone?” The voice sounded like a real person, but one that was reading from a script.

“Please ask him what he would like for dinner? I will prepare it.”

“Message sent to Quinn’s phone.”

“Thank you, Assistant.”

“No problem, anything else I can help with?”

“No, thank you.”

The circular light faded, as though the Assistant were going to sleep. But Remi knew it was always awake, always listening and watching.

“Message from Quinn’s phone: Make whatever you like, Remi.”

Remi frowned.

It may be cheating to simply choose the recipe with the longest process, but Remi couldn’t do another day sat on the sofa twiddling his thumbs. From the enormous, double-doored, fridge, he pulled free a variety of vegetables and laid them out over the central kitchen island. Alpha Quinn’s chopping board was wider than Remi’s torso, but he managed to heave it onto the island’s top as well. With a range of shiny knives, he got to work peeling and slicing and chopping.

If he had a day of chores at his back, waiting for him to finish, Remi could have prepped the soup in twenty minutes. Instead, he spent well over an hour on his ingredients. Hopefully it would at least make the end product taste better. They had made soup once before, together. Now Alpha Quinn would see he could be trusted to do things himself. And Alpha Quinn could have more time for… alpha things.

13:03

Once the pots were bubbling and boiling, Remi finally had a dirty space to clean!

13:41

The vegetables softened enough to add the stock and begin blending, although the hand blender in Alpha Quinn’s kitchen had a lot more kick to it than the one Remi was used to. He braced his feet around the legs of the stool that raised him enough to reach into the pot.

13:50

Smooth, creamy soup sat warm on the stove. Remi threw in a few extra sprinkles of seasonings before returning the pot lid.

Finally, he had something to show for his day.

14:00

Remi sat on the sofa and twiddled his thumbs.

16:15

Low headlights lit the front window of the house and switched off in the driveway. Remi’s heart pounded, his alpha was approaching.

Alpha Quinn entered quietly, everything he did was methodical and intentional and… quiet. Remi hadn’t known the alpha long enough to ascertain if this was the calm before the storm. His body was waiting for the thunder though, always. Shock was the scariest part, better to be expecting the outburst at any moment. Alphas were not built to be silent. Occasionally, however, Alpha Quinn’s peaceful personality lulled Remi into tranquillity, too.

The top of his head leant into the room first as he tilted to pull his shoes off. Almost-white hair was combed down neatly to his head. Remi had never seen a head of hair so blonde as Alpha Quinn’s. But then, none of the wolves he had met before Alpha Quinn had the alpha’s standards of personal hygiene… so maybe they weren’t all dirty blondes after all…

Remi hopped up when Alpha Quinn entered the room fully. His large frame seemed to fill the space immediately, despite not having the loud aura of a typical alpha. His white shirt was crisp, his trousers dark grey and snug-fitting. Everything about his alpha showed quiet self-assurance.

“It’s cold in here,” Alpha Quinn grumbled.

Hot, burning shame filled Remi’s blood. That was exactly the kind of thing he should have thought of while his alpha was at work. Warming the house for him. “Sorry, Alpha, I should have turned on the heating in time for when you came in.” Test failed.

“Only turn it on if you want it on, Remi,” Alpha Quinn said, distracted as he sorted through the bag he had taken to work with him. A longing for his attention pulled at Remi’s insides. “It smells like soup, is that what you ended up making?”

“Yes, Alpha!”

“That’s nice.” Remi keened at the praise, although Alpha Quinn couldn’t see him. The bag still had his interest. “When will it be ready to eat?”

“It’s ready now, Alpha!”

Alpha Quinn turned to look over his shoulder. He had a strange look on his face. Possibly another test failure. “Do you want to eat now?” he asked.

“When would you like to eat, Alpha?”

Alpha Quinn folded his arms and leant his butt back against the dining table like he always did when he was going to try and out-wit the rules. Another type of test, a more subtle and clever one, as Remi had to play the game that Alpha Quinn really didn’t know why he was the superior member of the pack.

“Are you hungry, Remi?”

Yes. Ravenous. The fruit hadn’t filled him and the two chunks of carrot he’d stolen from the chopping board while cooking had somehow made things worse instead of soothing his squeezing stomach.

“Are you hungry, Alpha?” he asked politely, tucking his hands behind his back.

Alpha Quinn scrunched his mouth and his bright eyes narrowed. “What have you eaten today, Remi?”

Oh. Remi let himself smile with relief. That was a factual question, so the truth would make his answer correct.

“The fruit bowl you made for me, Alpha.”

“And?”

He knew about the carrot. Assistant had told him.

“And some carrot pieces.”

“Is that it?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

Not angry, but frustrated. Alpha Quinn’s features remained pinched. He should have mentioned the carrot originally. Failure after failure, but how many retakes would Alpha Quinn allow him?

“Let’s have dinner now, then.” Alpha Quinn sounded weary.

“I will dish up!” If Remi didn’t jump in first, his alpha tried to do things for himself… and even sometimes for Remi. To avoid unacceptable actions, Remi simply had to get there first.

16:40

Dinner was served.

Alpha Quinn ate slowly, so Remi did, too. Even though his stomach was screaming to hoover up every last drop of soup and then stuff himself with the bread that Alpha Quinn had sliced and put in the centre of the table.

Spoonful after painfully slow spoonful, his bowl eventually emptied.

17:10

Alpha Quinn excused himself to do yoga, so Remi took the time to get the dishes cleared and the table wiped down. Always be ahead.

17:32

Too quickly, he ran out of things to do again. Remi returned to the sofa to twiddle his thumbs, wishing Alpha Quinn would return to him soon.

17:56

Alpha Quinn returned. Remi jumped up to his feet. Alpha Quinn dropped onto the sofa. Remi sat back down beside him.

“Are you copying me?”

“N-no, Alpha!”

The alpha’s weight drew the couch cushions down into a deep dip around him, pulling Remi in like a sink hole. It gave him a reason to get close to Alpha Quinn’s warmth. His sophisticated scent creating a sweet bubble around them.

“Do you want to watch TV?”

“Not if there’s anything you’d like me to do, Alpha.”

“I’d like you to do what would make you happy.”

“Obeying my alpha makes me happy.”

“Then I order you to be completely self-serving.” There was tired teasing in his alpha’s tone.

Remi laughed lightly. “To obey that order, I still have to obey you, Alpha.”

“Okay, TV makes my head hurt less than this.” Alpha Quinn snatched up the remote and sparked the screen to life with it.

Remi waited until the room had darkened to night, and the superhero show had lulled them into a comfortable silence, to wedge himself into Alpha Quinn’s side and close his eyes.

22:02

Thick, muscular arms pulled Remi up into the air, rousing him half from sleep, only to cuddle his nose into Alpha Quinn’s shirt. The arms gave him a gentle squeeze, and then the even bumps of stair-climbing followed. A door thudded open, and he was laid back in his gigantic bed. The duvet coated him, and the door clicked shut.

Tomorrow, he would wake up earlier, he promised himself, and th…