Damaged Omega

Plant-liner

PULLING the hoodie closer to her body, Mutya lifted the handle of the round wicker basket. She nodded at her mother before she exited the backdoor of the hut.

Her brows puckered when she noticed the familiar but unexpected person in the backyard farm of her parents.

Basha was laughing with her father. They were transferring the seedlings of the jalapeno in the plots.

She placed the basket in the long bamboo seat. She pulled out the food she put there. She also prepared the cold drinks for the working men and also for the extra hand.

Mutya was done with the preparation of the snacks when she heard the banter between Basha and her father. From what she overheard her father was teaching the woman how to transfer the seedling.

Apparently, her father found himself an apprentice.

While they were washing their hands, Mutya poured the cold drinks into the glasses. As she expected, it was the first thing that they grabbed.

She was surprised when she saw Basha removing the button-down top she was wearing. The tall woman grinned at her shocked face.

Mutya glowered at the other woman’s boldness. Evidently, Basha has a tank top under the shirt.

The sweaty workers ate their portion in the table. However, Mutya found Basha glancing at the basket.

“You want more?” She asked at the gigantic woman.

Basha grinned. “Do you still have the jam?”

She heard her father chuckled at her question.

“We still have half a jar at home.” He answered.

“Can I have some? No offense, Mutya. The tuna sandwich was great but my mouth is looking for the sweet taste of the jam.” Basha explained.

Mutya nodded.

She has made a couple of steps away from the bamboo cottage when Basha walked with her. The tall woman has a sandwich in her hand. It was her third.

Mutya now understands why her mother prepared a lot of food.

Her mother was in the kitchen manning the stove when they arrived.

“The food was not enough?” The old woman asked when she saw that her daughter grabbed the jam from the cupboard.

“Basha wanted the jam.”

The gray-eyed woman smiled at Mrs. Vasquez sheepishly.

“You want coffee, dear?”

“I’m good, Angelina. Thank you.”

“Please make yourself at home. Let Mutya make your sandwich.”

Mutya was aware that Basha was looking at her intently while she was making the sandwich. The tall woman occupied the chair on the other side of the table.

Basha sent her a smile when she gave her the sandwich. She made another and placed it in front of her. She also gave her another glass of water.

Truth be told, she knew why Basha made herself visible in their household. Mutya was no longer mindful of her presence but wary of the reason why she was here.

That part of her life where Basha was involved, Mutya no longer wanted to be part of. That was the segment of her past that she wanted to forget. It was the nightmare that she wanted to be forgotten.

She appreciates that Basha did not force herself on her. She was grateful that Basha showed at her family’s doorstep instead of shadowing her on the road or in the market. The latter was creepier and scary.

On the other hand, Mutya has no idea if Basha already knew that she was a werewolf. It seemed that the tall woman knew that her parents were human.

Nevertheless, Mutya knew that Basha is a werewolf. With the way that the tall woman carries herself and the confidence that exudes from her, Basha has a high position in the pack. Very unlike her, an omega. Yet, the Brave Heart pack was respectful.

This pack was very different from the pack where she came from. Brave Heart pack has valued for every member of its pack regardless of the position it held. They respected individuals even if they were not part of their pack. They protect people. Unlike the pack she knew.

Mutya never heard any of the members of Brave Heart disrespected anyone, members or non-members of the pack. Even the humans and rogues in the Kalayaan village.

“We’re low on groceries. Are you going to the market tomorrow?” Her mother asked.

She nodded.

“What time are you going to the market?”

Her eyes went to the other woman. She was holding the last sandwich in her hand.

“Probably in the morning.” She answered.

“Sevenish?” She nodded at her. “I’ll meet you there. We’ll be home together. Would that be alright, Angelina?”

“Of course. We could use those muscles.” Her mother responded with a laugh.

Basha raised her hands and flexed her arms in front of them. Her lips were painted with a wide smile.

“I should go back. I told Bernardo that I’m going to help with the planting.” The tall woman expressed after a while.

Basha finished the glass of water before leaving them in the kitchen.

“She’s a piece of art.”

Her eyes went to her mother. Angelina was looking at the window that overlooks the backyard.

Mutya knew that her eyes were following the tall woman who just left.

“Did she tell you why she’s always here? Not that I mind having her here.” She shook her head. “The way she looked at you, I already have an idea why.”

Mutya looked away. She heaved a sigh.

“She’s a werewolf, right?” When she nodded, her mother continued. “Could it be that you’re mates?”

She found a hand caressing the top of her head. When she raised her eyes, her mother smiled at her with understanding.

“I don’t care about the genders in the relationships. Your father and I were more concerned about you.”

She embraced her arms around the older woman’s torso. The warmth of her body serves as a security blanket in Mutya’s uncertain heart.

“I’m still confused.” She admitted.

“Your second chance, perhaps.”

“It barely happens. And I don’t know if I still wanted to put myself into that situation.”

“Didn’t you have that voodoo thing where you can recognize your soulmates?”

“I can’t.” She whispered.

The other woman did not say another word. Angelina knew why.

“I found another jam from your father’s stash. You should get it and give it to Basha.” Angelina stated. “That old bat hid it well but I’m better at finding things.”

Mutya pulled away. She was glad for the changed of conversation.

“When will be his doctor’s appointment?”

“By the end of the month. His blood needs to be tested. You know your father. He loves anything sweet.”

“Are you coming with him?”

“Yes. He would lie to his teeth if he goes alone.”

She chuckled. Her parents’ antics always make her laugh. They were her anchor from the moment she stepped foot in their backyard.

“You knew that you’re no longer alone in this world, right?”

She nodded. The smile that formed on her lips was genuine this time.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. And give her a chance. We’ll never know.”

“My past is not easy, ‘ma.”

“I know. Tell her.”

She exhaled before nodding.

“How’s the chicken?” She asked. She changed the conversation this time.

“Still in the oven. Hopefully, the food is enough for all of us.”

She laughed out loud. Her mother laughed with her. They were thinking of the same person who has a big appetite.

“I’ll prepare the potatoes.” She volunteered. “I should make a soup, too.”

“Right. We still have the garlic bread.”

Wordlessly, they took their words into action. Not long, the kitchen emits the aroma of delectable cooking.

Meanwhile, the three people in the backyard whiffed the appetizing scent of the chicken in the oven.

The sound of laughter also resounds as they bicker with the only woman in the group who they noticed inhaling the mouthwatering scent from the kitchen.

Basha ended up blushing up to the roots of her black hair.