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Dragon Weyr’s Omega
A Reverse Harem Romance
Nanny Shifter Service
By: Sky Winters
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Table of Contents
Dragon Weyr’s Omega: A Reverse Harem Romance
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
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Dragon Weyr’s Omega: A Reverse Harem Romance
CHAPTER 1
Jessie’s mother taught her to never trust shifters. The men, at least.
She was an omega dragon. There was something inside her–she never quite learned what it was– that allowed her to carry large litters of shifter babies.
She’d always thought this sounded great, like she had the genes to have a happy family. All she had to do was find the right man. Ever since she was a little girl who learned of her special nature, this was her fantasy.
Her mother didn’t share those same sentiments. She’d always been protective of her, maybe more than she ought to have been. Jessie couldn’t blame her. Jessie’s father and brother had been killed in some clan struggle back when Jessie was a small child. Since then, her mother treated her like she was made of porcelain, told her that if she knew what was good for her, she’d forget all about her omega ways, maybe even the fact that she was a shifter.
“You marry a shifter man and you’re signing your own death warrant,” her mother had told her time and time again. “You want to live a long, happy life – you marry a regular, boring, human man. Make sure he’s on the straight and narrow, and that he’s got a good, normal job. Have lots of babies, and never let them know about your true nature.”
Jessie thought her mother was right, so that’s what she did. When she graduated from college, she went to New York, figuring she could fit in with all the humans in the city, where she could blend and be just a face in the crowd.
But deep down, she felt like this was a betrayal of who she was. She could date human men–and she did– but she wondered, how long she could deny her own nature. And if she did ever have kids, what was she supposed to do? Lie to them? Cut them off from their past?
And it didn’t help that every now and then, as she made her way down the crowded streets of Manhattan, she’d catch the whiff of something strange and intoxicating in the air.
Another shifter.
Sure, New York meant more humans. But it also meant more shifters. It was one of the five shifter hubs of the world, along with LA, London, Paris, and Tokyo. Dragons, wolves, bears, and more –they all lived there.
The scent called out to her, but she knew she couldn’t give in to temptation. After all, her mother had done everything she could to keep her safe, and now that she was gone–dead from a rare shifter blood disease–Jessie was the only one left in her line.
All she had to do was stay hidden, find a decent human man, and give him children. They’d be half shifters, ones who’d never learn about their nature. Then they’d marry other humans who’d have even less shifter in them, and so on and so on.
Before too long, they’d be nothing more than humans like the rest, only the faintest trace of dragon in their blood.
Jessie knew it was the only way to keep her and her future children safe. But deep down, she couldn’t help but feel as though she was throwing away something very important, something precious.
And it also didn’t help that every now and then, she’d catch the piercing eyes of a dragon shifter in the crowd. Shifters could tell one another apart, and male dragons were drawn to omegas. And it didn’t help that omegas tended to be the picture of feminine beauty.
Dragons, in their human forms, were terribly attractive. Jessie was no exception–with her bright blue eyes, heart-shaped face, and stunning features, she was beautiful enough to give any man with a pulse pause. And her body, slim and shapely and supple, was like a monument to her shifter fertility. Most human men seemed to stare at her on the street as though she weren’t real. Jessie didn’t like the attention, however.
She wanted to blend in. She wanted to be ignored. Being safe was all that mattered.
Sometimes, Jessie found herself wanting to close her eyes when she smelled the scent of shifter on the breeze, and let herself be taken, whatever the consequences might be.
But she would resist, just like she’d promised her mother she would. Life among the humans was boring, sure, but it was safe. And Jessie had found a half-way decent man, one who could provide for her.
That was all she needed. At least, that’s what she told herself.
She made her way down the tree-lined streets of her Upper East Side neighborhood toward the gray stone townhome where she lived. In her hands were two bags of groceries from the local health food store.
Boyd, her boyfriend, was very choosy about the foods he ate. He was a big shot trader, and was convinced that diet and exercise was the key to getting the one up on his competitors. He could be rigid and cold, but Jessie couldn’t argue with his success.
As she stepped up to the townhome where they lived, she stopped to admire it. It was a gorgeous building that was over a hundred years old, redone and brought up to pristine shape. Boyd was furiously secretive about his finances, but Jessie knew how much property in this area cost. Boyd was loaded, and she was along for the ride.
The immaculate, modern living room of the townhome was filled with sunlight as Jessie walked in. She made her way to the stainless-steel-filled kitchen, her eyes on the long, green backyard, the pool shimmering in the late morning sun.
She thought about going for a dip later, maybe some shopping after that. Then dinner with Boyd or out with some friends of hers if she was lucky, and then back home for a glass of wine or two before bed.
Same thing as every other day.
As she put away the groceries, setting aside the premade sandwich she’d picked out for Boyd, her mind filled with chatter.
It’s boring, sure, she thought to herself. But it’s safe. And I’m well taken care of. What else could I want? To end up dead, like the rest of my family?
She unwrapped the sandwich and set in on the plate she’d taken out of the nearby cabinet. Then she removed one of the very expensive knives from the wooden block on the granite countertop, slicing the sandwich in half – diagonal, just like Boyd liked.
Once that was done, she set to work on the smoothie. Boyd had three smoothies per day, the specific ingredients depending on which day of the week it was, along with the season. She took out her laptop and opened the spreadsheet which had this mont
h’s smoothie ingredients written out for her.
“Elderberry, cinnamon, ginger, and pineapple,” she said to herself, taking each ingredient out of her bag and setting it on the counter.
Once the ingredients were all good to go, she took out the massive, silver blender, handling it carefully. It was a hell of an appliance, and Jessie didn’t even want to think about how much it had cost. She knew that if it was like everything else Boyd owned, it was custom made, shipped in from some far-flung place like Italy, and unspeakably expensive.
She tossed the ingredients in, one-by-one, making sure the measurements were accurate. Once confirmed, she hit ‘Blend’, and the roar of the motor filled the kitchen.
Once it was all good and blended, she poured the dark orange smoothie into a tall, sparkling clean glass. The sandwich and smoothie ready, she brought it up the stainless steel stairs to the second floor, where Boyd’s office was located. She approached the double doors and, while carefully balancing the food and smoothie, entered the room.
“...Yeah,” said Boyd, seated at his usual place in front of a three-monitor computer setup, the screens full of numbers and figures that Jessie could never make heads or tails of. “Call Stanley and let him know that we need to meet later. It’s about the, ah, delivery that’s coming in later tonight.”
Jessie approached him and set the lunch down on a clear space on the desk. Boyd turned, a surprised and annoyed expression on his face.
Boyd was a good-looking guy, which was one of the traits that had drawn Jessie to him. He had close-cropped, sandy-blonde hair, a slim face with dark brown eyes, and a body that showed he didn’t let his personal gym in the basement collect dust. He wore a simple white button-up and gray slacks, both hand-tailored for his body.
Sure, he didn’t have that ethereal beauty that dragon men had, but what human did?
“What?” he silently mouthed, clearly not pleased to see Jessie.
“Lunch,” she mouthed back, gesturing to the food.
“Hey, Mark?” he asked, now speaking aloud again. “Mind if I call you back?...Yeah, I know what’s going on tonight...I know, I know...Let me look over what we’ve got and I’ll call you in ten.”
With that, he hung up and tossed his very expensive, late-model phone on his glass desk.
“I brought you lunch,” said Jessie.
“Yeah, I can see that,” he said, his tone sharp. “How many times do I have to tell you to not just barge into my office like that?”
“Sorry,” she said. “But I thought it’d be fine if I left you your lunch and didn’t bother you.”
“You bothered me as soon as you interrupted me during my call. You totally took me out of the zone, you know?”
“Sorry,” she repeated. “But it was getting into the afternoon and I wanted to make sure you had your mid-day smoothie before too long.”
Sometimes, Jessie felt as if there was no winning with Boyd. He seemed to have all these rules on when to bother him and when not to bother him, and what he liked to eat and didn’t like to eat. They’d been dating for almost six months – living together for three- and it hadn’t gotten any easier. It seemed to Jessie like she always managed to find some new way to step on his toes.
But he was rich and safe, she had to remind herself. And he could be sweet, at times. He’d be the kind of father her kids would need – good and stable.
Boyd lifted up the sandwich like it was an alien artifact.
“What is this?” he asked.
“Cold cuts with light mustard and no cheese – just how you like.”
He shook his head as he lifted the bread. He peeled off a piece of turkey, and held it dangling between his fingers like evidence.
“Is this turkey?” he asked.
“...Yeah,” said Jessie, tension tightening in her gut.
He dropped the turkey, the meat landing with a wet plop.
“You know I don’t eat turkey,” he said. “Too many toxins.”
“Can’t you pick it off and eat the rest?”
“Nope,” he said. “Not when the meat’s been freaking pressed against the rest of the sandwich like that.”
Jessie gestured to the smoothie.
“How about that?” she asked. “Made it just right, according to the spreadsheets.”
He picked it up and smelled it. Then he let out a frustrated sigh and set it back down.
“I can already tell you used too much ginger,” he said. “It’s not good.”
Jessie was crestfallen. All that work for nothing.
“But I followed the ingredients exactly,” she said, protesting.
“Well, it’s off,” he said. “Don’t know what to tell you.”
He shook his head.
“Listen, just call Paolo down at Greenleaf and let him know I’ll have my usual.”
“Fine,” said Jessie, her voice small.
Boyd evidently could tell that he’d hurt her feelings. He took in a deep breath before reaching over and wrapping his arm around her legs.
“Sorry,” he said. “I know you put the time into this, but everything’s gotta be right. Especially today.”
“What’s today?” she asked.
“It’s...an important day. Got a big sale going through tonight, and if I don’t get it just right...let’s just say, there’s no room for error.”
His arm still wrapped around Jessie’s legs, she cast a glance at the three monitors. As usual, they gave no hint as to what he did or how he made his money.
“Here,” he said, pushing the smoothie and sandwich toward Jessie. “You have this, so it doesn’t go to waste. And then, why don’t you go do some shopping with Kelsey later, maybe grab some dinner at Lavender’s? It’s on me.”
It went without saying that it was “on him.” He didn’t let Jessie work; said it was “unseemly” for a man like him to have his woman out making a living. But she appreciated the sentiment.
“Sure,” she said.
But he could evidently tell that she wasn’t totally happy.
“And how about this,” he said. “I’m going to be making money from this sale tonight – really good money. So, I’m thinking that I could take you somewhere nice for the next week – get away from it all.”
“Like where?” she asked.
“Wherever you want. Maybe London, or Paris, or someplace tropical if you’re in the mood.”
“That could be nice,” she said, a small smile forming on her face.
“You go think about it,” he said. “But no more interruptions for the rest of the day, okay?”
Jessie noticed something strange in his expression – almost something like fear.
But she didn’t think much of it. She took the plate and glass, and headed out of the office, shutting the door as she left. A few minutes later, she was on the back balcony, the late summer air warm and mild. The sun was high, in a sky of perfect blue.
She sipped the smoothie, her face crinkling as she took down the sip. It was...something else. She never could enjoy the strange concoctions that Boyd made her prepare, but she didn’t want it to go to waste.
Jessie replaced the turkey in the sandwich and took a bite – at least that was good. Not to mention the fact that she was a dragon shifter, so meat was always tasty.
She took a few bites of the sandwich, washing it all down with her smoothie. Once she was halfway through, she took out her phone and fired off a text to her friend Kelsey, asking her if she was down for an evening of shopping and dinner.
Jessie had never been one to really enjoy the life of a kept woman – she was more interested in raising the children she was born to make.
But as she ate her meal, she couldn’t help but wonder if Boyd was the man she wanted to do it with.
She was safe, sure, but she wanted more. However, she couldn’t take that risk.
She sighed, understanding this was all there was, and all there ever would be.
CHAPTER 2
JESSIE
“You seem
distracted.”
Kelsey and I moved slowly though the Fifth Avenue boutique, sifting through the racks of clothes.
“That’s because I am,” said Jessie.
Kelsey, her petite, pretty blonde friend, and the only one of the socialite girls in her scene that she actually enjoyed spending time with, raised her perfectly-sculpted eyebrows.
“And why’s that?” she asked. “Already thinking about dinner?”
“No,” said Jessie. “Not that.”
Kelsey took her eyes away from the clothes and turned her full attention to Jessie.
“Then what?” she asked. “You look like you’re a million miles away.”
“It’s...Boyd,” said Jessie.
“Oh really?” Kelsey asked. “And what about the lovely Mr. Boyd are you thinking about?”
“I don’t know,” said Jessie. “You ever just feel like you’re...not where you’re supposed to be?”
Jessie regretted the words as soon as she’d spoken them. Kelsey was sweet and a good friend, but she wasn’t a shifter. She’d have no idea about what it was like to live in the world of humans, to have to keep your true nature hidden.
“In what way?”
“It’s hard to say,” said Jessie. No kidding there, she thought to herself as she tried to figure out how to get her point across without having to get into the actual reasons why.
“It’s like...this life,” she said, gesturing to the expensive clothes in the trendy boutique, and the bustling streets of Fifth Avenue beyond. “You ever feel like it’s not what you’re meant to be?”
“Babe, you know where I’m from, right?”
Jessie smiled as she remembered that she was talking to a Midwest transplant from a lower-middle-class family. Kelsey, a struggling psychology graduate from one of the city colleges, happened to meet Jeff, her current, extremely wealthy boyfriend, at a bar one night. They’d hit it off, and before too long, Kelsey went from “struggling student” to “rich Manhattan socialite.”
“I know,” said Jessie. “So you kind of get it.”