Page 40 of His Impossible Elf Mate
Axel: Fine. Heading to Abrocaelum with T.
When he didn’t immediately reply, I called Chase, who answered after two rings.
“Hey, are you okay?”
Just the sound of his voice made me smile. My twin was connected to me in a way Blake couldn’t be. We had that extra bond.
“Yeah. I told him.”
“Fucking finally! Honestly, I was going to tell him if you didn’t. You were just hurting each other by keeping it a secret. How’d he take it?”
Just as I didn’t need to be told he was relieved not to have the gene, Chase hadn’t really needed to be told I wished to be an omega. Saying it out loud hadn’t been necessary. I’d just needed to say the words. To make them real by speaking them.
While he hated keeping it secret from Blake, he understood the necessity.
As it was, I was happier people were assuming I was an alpha and I wasn’t asking to change because I didn’t want to take over the pack.
The thought of taking over the pack made me ill. That had always been Blake’s destiny. Not mine, even if I’d been an alpha.
I was silent for a minute, but Chase let me be. He knew when to push and when to back off.
“He… uh… there was talk of artificialin—“
“Nope! Don’t need to hear it! Fuck dude, that mental image will be with me for the rest of my life! So he was cool?”
“Yeah. He promised I would…” Shit, I couldn’t even say it myself.
“He promised you a baby. However, that works.” Chase was using his gentle voice. The one he rarely broke out. “You got lucky with him, Ax.”
“He’s taking me to Abrocaelum today. Has something important to tell me first.”
“Do you think he’s finally going to spill the beans on the secret he’s been keeping?” I could feel Chase’s anticipation. He was as anxious to know as I was.
“Think so. Can you cover for me today? I didn’t have any meetings planned…”
“No worries. I’ve got you. I’d better get a call, text, smoke signal, anything, to tell me what it is he’s been hiding.”
“You’ll be the first to know.”
I got ready for the day as if I was meeting the council or some investors for our cider business. That meant my nicest suit, including a silver tie that apparently brought out the color in my eyes.
Breakfast was a quick, quiet affair, both of us too caught up in our thoughts to really focus on a conversation.
Teárlach smiled when I came from our room freshly dressed and saw what I was wearing. “You look… you’ve rendered me speechless.”
“I have?” I felt a blush rise in my cheeks as I smoothed down the jacket.
He approached and set his hands at my waist, squeezing lightly. “You are perfect…”
“Why do I feel like there is a but in there?”
“Because I had hoped to get you into elven clothing.”
“Oh.”
“Oh? Is that a good or bad oh?” He searched my face for the answer.
“Good. I think.” Wearing elven clothes felt… important. Who were we going to see?
