I swear I'll upload Blueberry Cream sometimes


Ema didn't know what to do anymore. Being presented as an omega, endured crude remarks and harassment, just to be beaten and abandoned.

It was almost like hell.

She couldn't remember the last time food entered her mouth, couldn't remember how long she has been huddled up in this alleyway, counting down her days to live. Until this group of people showed up.

"Miss?" A soft voice tried to get her attention. Ema couldn't help but flinch when he touches her shoulder. "Miss, wake up please.

She couldn't will herself to do it, what more did they want from an abandoned omega? There was silence, Ema thought they had left— It was probably the best thing for them to do. Shushed whispers proved her thoughts to be wrong, for she was lifted after a few agonizing minutes.

What were they going to do to her? Her chest clenches in anxiety, flashes of torture from her previous pack makes bile rise from her throat.

"Miss, we're going to take you back to our place, alright?" The gentle voice sounded too good to be true, and Ema believed that it was trick.

She didn't reply. Maybe if she stayed still enough, they'll put her back to where they found her—

A soft hand runs through her hair. Her body abruptly relaxes before tensing again, almost like a violent shiver.

They had placed her into the backseat of a car, her head resting on an incredibly comfortable lap.

"You're going to be fine, miss..."

A soft scent hits her nose. It was the scent of lemonade with a dash of mint, reminding her of the times where she didn't have to worry about gender roles and being an omega— everything was just so, simple.

The entire ride was silent.


The engine finally stops. Ema was shaken awake by the soft hand, followed by the same gentle voice, "We've arrived, miss."

She was again lifted and brought inside. A few voices chorused greetings and a particularly loud one asked a question, but was shushed.

"Call for Louis." She heard him say.

Ema was put on a soft surface, where she finally found some courage to crack her eye open. Brown eyes stare worriedly at her, like she was an injured child— which she was— and his lips graced a smile when he realised she was awake.

"Are you feeling well?" he asked.

Ema knew she had to speak now, but when she opened her mouth, only coughs came out.

A blonde man walks over with a glass in hand and Ema watches as he holds it to her mouth. She didn't want a drink, who knows what was inside, maybe it was clear poison or something similar.

She simply turns her eyes away. Do what you want, she thought, just do it and leave—

"Masaomi-nii?" a change of scent, the heavy, lingering scent of alphas and betas part to welcome the scent of crisp flowers, so fragrant that it felt like they grew straight from her own lungs.

Suddenly she was back in the garden in her hometown, playing with dolls and chasing butterflies from flowering bushes.

The change was so overwhelming, Ema had to see what caused it.

Her eyes falls upon a beautiful lady, with long ash hair that cascaded down her shoulders that were draped over a polka dotted cardigan. Around her neck was a black choker, studded with three precious gems she didn't recognise.

An aristocratic omega, Ema knew.

Masaomi— Ema assumed was his name— looked relieved to see her, beaconing her to come close and whispering something only for their ears to hear.

She thinks for a moment, before nodding and taking the glass from the blonde man's hands. Moving to kneel beside Ema, she puts the glass to her mouth.

"Drink," her alluring voice was hard to disobey. "It's water."

To this, Ema did drink. Maybe it was because of the beautiful omega's scent, there was a hint of lavender that went down her throat along with the water and it refreshed her more than regular water was supposed to.

"How do you feel?" she was slowly getting addicted to her voice, it was slow and dreamy, like a princess'. "Are you hurting anywhere?"

Ema managed a grunt, but nothing else, for she was still to exhausted to speak. Oh yes, everything was hurting. Her head, her stomach, her chest...

The lady must have been a saint. She sensed her distress, her fear, and her flowery scent immediately gained a comforting undertone. It was able to numb her pain, even for a little bit.

"Do you want to rest? I can check up on you as you do so."

Rest? Ema would love that, but when she rested, terrors came for her, attacking her when she was most vulnerable.

For the third time, she tries to talk, but her mouth fails yet again, all that came out was a pained sigh.

Eyes that had the freshest lilacs put in them met hers, Ema wasn't used to such a tender gaze, filled with so much sympathy to a point it oozed like melting buttercream. Her hand comes to rest on her forehead, the heat on her palm was heaven to Ema's cold forehead.

"Sleep."

Ema was being wrapped in the most unbelievable warmth, it massaged her aching muscles, making them go lax comfortably.

A goddess, Ema was sure, was blessing her.

Her eyes slid shut.


Ghey.