“Whatcha doing, baby doll?” I ask, smiling as her face twists into a frown.
Oh yeah, she’s been caught.
Do I mind that she’s been stealing my clothes? Fuck no. I think it’s adorable.
I’d still like to confirm if my suspicions are correct.
“I-I, um…” Her shoulders bounce as her eyes widen. “I was making my bed.”
“Dirty little fibber.” I snort. “You’ve been stealing my clothes. Zephyr’s too. I’m surprised you didn’t strip the sheets off our beds, but come to think of it, we’ve spent more nights in here with you lately than we have in our own beds.”
Her cheeks turn pink before my eyes, and I peck a quick kiss on her lips to hopefully settle her system.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, but I do have a question.” I mark her cheek with my pheromones before quickly moving to the other side. “Do you happen to have any omegas in your family?”
Hazel gasps while Zephyr scoffs.
“Omegas died out several hundred years ago,” the angel proclaims.
Gods.
How little he knows, and how confident he is that he’s always right. It would be genuinely funny if I wasn’t convincedit’s leftover indoctrination from angel culture. It’s like a human who grew up in a cult. It will take time and evidence-based proof to teach him that he was lied to. Whether those lies were purposeful or just due to a lack of knowledge, I can’t say.
I had a similar adjustment period after leaving Hell. The human realm was much like I’d been told it would be and nothing like I expected all at once. It was quite the mindfuck.
The sweet devourer nods, her eyes wide. “My mother is an omega, but there’s no way I inherited those genetics.”
“Are youreallysure about that?” I ask, keeping my tone light. Her energy says she’s not prepared to accept reality, but I’m pretty sure she’s an omega on the verge of her first heat.
“I’ve never even menstruated?—”
“But you said you have a contraceptive spell,” Zephyr cuts in.
“I do,” Hazel replies, rolling her eyes. “My mom was very serious about not being mentally prepared to be calledGrandmaany time soon. Not that I want children. That’s why I didn’t put up a fuss.”
“Could you both sit up so we can discuss this?” Zephyr asks with a huff.
“Yes, let’s move this conversation to the living room.” And with that, I siphon us to the couch.
“I don’t even think this is worthy of a conversation.” Hazel huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. She’s seated on the other side of the sofa while Zephyr took the club chair that normally sits vacant.
“Well, baby doll, you’ve been smelling super sweet lately. Something deeper is going on.” I shrug.
Okay, that’s just my opinion, not factual information, but my gut tells me I’m right.
“The scent is familiar. I was under the impression omegas went extinct, but if your mother is one, that clearly means I received misinformation.” Zephyr smiles tightly like he’s embarrassed to have been wrong.
“They were endangered for a while, or maybe wiped out completely, but nature decided it was time for them to make a comeback.” Hazel brings her hand to her mouth, biting her cuticle. “I don’t know everything, but my mom works as a fertility witch. It’s more common nowadays to see them, but that doesn’t mean I’m one.”
I almost laugh.
Her delusion is impressive, but we all have our vices.
Zephyr still believes he’ll head back to Heaven without any resentment about having to leave Hazel behind.
I’m just particularly happy to no longer be in Hell, so not much gets me down these days.
“We’ll just have to wait and see what happens.” I wink at Hazel. “But we won’t bring it up if it bothers you. Right, Zephyr?”
