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But how could he be an omega without knowing? Because he obviously didn't know.
On the bed, Zim inched away from me. This whole topic clearly made him uncomfortable. "I don't know why you saw that in your vision but it's not possible. You must have seen it wrong."
If only it were that simple. "I'm sorry for upsetting you, but the things I see, they..." I sighed. "They always come true."
"They can't come true if they're impossible!" Zim insisted. "I'm not an omega! I'm not..." He trailed off, suddenly looking so lost that I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around him and tell him that everything was going to be all right.
At the same time, though, I wondered if he was pregnant already.
I felt sick.
Under different circumstances, finding out that Zim could get pregnant might have been a joyful discovery. This wasn't a joyful moment for either of us. Zim looked just as sick as I felt. His face wasn't as pale as it had been in my dream, but he was rapidly getting there.
"Wait here," I said, getting up. "I'm going to make us some breakfast. You look like you could use a warm drink. Coffee?"
He only nodded. Poor Zim. He was so shaken.
And I hadn't even told him the worst part of my vision.
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What did he mean, pregnant? I couldn't be pregnant. Only women and omegas got pregnant. I wasn't an omega. I had their weird sexual preferences, but I wasn't an omega. I'd know if I was. It would say on my ID.
Resting my head in my hands, I took a deep breath. There was no point in freaking out now. Lowen had misinterpreted something, that was all. He'd told me himself that his visions didn't always make sense. He must have seensomethingand thought it was me being pregnant.
Maybe I got fat in the future?
The thought made me grimace, but it was still more pleasant than the alternative. The alternative being that I somehowwasan omega. That this had been missed during my check-up after birth for some reason.
Did that kind of thing happen?
I reached for my pants to get my smartphone, wanting to turn to Google with my questions, but no. I stopped myself. I couldn't entertain this idea. It was ludicrous.
All the things I'd heard my parents, friends and neighbors say about omegas throughout the years rose to the forefront of my mind. Snippets of conversation.
Omegas can't be employed in important positions. They can't be trusted. They're slaves to their hormones. They do dirty things, you know. Things no man should do.
I sucked in a breath. Wasn't that a perfect description of me? I couldn't be trusted. I'd lied to Kathy, to my parents, to everyone. And then I'd lied again to get here, to let another man do dirty things to me because I was horny. I was throwing away all I had, just to scratch an itch.
It was more than an itch, though. So much more.
But who would understand?
Words weren't enough to express the way I felt around Lowen. Safe, protected,home.Like I'd been looking for him all my life, without even knowing it, and now that I'd found him, I could never let go again. I could never bewholeagain without him. It was a scary thought, but it was true.
Slowly, I got out of bed and put my clothes back on. I needed to make myself useful, rather than just sitting here with my thoughts. I could help my dragon with breakfast.
When I stepped out of Lowen's room, I found myself in the middle of a spacious hallway. For a moment, I wasn't sure where to go. It had been dark the night before, and, to be honest, I hadn't paid much attention to my surroundings to begin with. Trying to press my lips to Lowen's skin had been infinitely more important.
At the end of the hallway to my right, I spotted a staircase. Vaguely, I remembered stumbling up there on my way here. Voices drifted up from downstairs, too soft to make out what they're saying, but I decided to head in that direction.
"Who is that boy?" I heard a female voice ask when I was just a few steps away from the kitchen. That had to be Lowen's mother. Part of me wanted to be indignant at being called 'boy', but I swallowed my pride for now because I was more interested in Lowen's answer than anything.
"He's not a boy."That's right I'm not."He's my mate."
Wait, had we reached that level yet? Lowen's mother seemed to have the same doubts. "What do you mean, your mate? I've never heard of this man before and suddenly you have a mate?"
