Page 47 of His Impossible Elf Mate
Well, it seemed I was getting questioned.
One by one, I watched them filter out, all looking at me curiously. I heard Roan tell Kade he was headedto the clinic to try one last healing. T had told me he might be late for dinner. At this rate, there was every chance he would beat me home.
“Could you close the door? Maybe set a ward?” Blake asked. He took a seat on the sofa and patted the cushion next to him.
I did as I was asked, reminded of the time, months ago, when we’d done something similar. That time, it had been a warning. Was this to be another one?
“If you’re going to say anything about Teárlach being a prince,” I said as I took the offered seat next to him. “I don’t want to hear it. My relationship is off the table for discussion. We’ll work it out or not. I love him. He loves me. I have faith it’ll work out.”
“Me too. I’m not worried about that at all.” Blake shrugged easily. “Look, I don’t want to be having this conversation—“
“Great,” I said, standing.
Blake gripped my wrist. “Axel, please. Just… Can we talk? I feel like you’ve been avoiding anything that isn’t about the babies or pack duties.”
I stared him straight in the eyes. Of course, it was this conversation. It had been brewing between us since I’d been told my results and had chosen to keep them quiet.
“The pack—“
“Is that the only reason you want to know what I’m supposed to be? Worried they’ll want me to take over?” I asked bitterly.
“No! So you are an alpha, then? That’s why you’ve been hiding it?”
I scoffed, then said nothing else.
“Do you want the pack? I’ll step aside for you to take over.” Blake reached for my hand. I felt his wolf and the agitation they both held tightly. I let him take it, trying to calm them both.
“Blake, nothing in this world could take this pack from you, least of all me.” Our eyes met and held.
“Then why didn’t you tell people you’re an alpha?”
“Because I’m not. I wasn’t going to lie to anyone.”
We stared at each other while what I said worked its way through his overloaded brain. He’d recently turned twenty-three, had triplets under one, and a massive pack. He could be forgiven for failing to get what I was saying.
“Blake, I’m an omega.”
“You… what?”
“The test says I’m an omega.”
“And… you’re happy about that?”
He didn’t say it in any particular way, so I held in my reaction. I knew he wouldn’t get it.
“Ever since you were born, I’ve wanted to be an omega. It’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted.”
“But, Teárlach…”
“He knows. I thought I’d have to give him up to have a baby, but he wants to try a sperm donor when we can figure it out.”
Blake’s face was a mask of shock. “So you’ve really thought this through?”
“Yeah. I just let people assume I was an alpha. Not many will want me as Second as an omega.”
He winced then. “Yeah, I get it. Old-fashioned but—“
“But there’s been enough changes here without that, too. When the time comes for me to change, I’ll step down.”
