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“Can you provide the answers directly to me rather than talking about me like I’m not in the room?” I sass at him, a bit irritated by thethird personphrases.
Flame laughs again, clearly pleased.
Even Reaper chuckles this time.
Orcus, however, doesn’t look as amused. But he doesn’t appear to be angry either.
“An Omega is a type of fae,” he says. “It can refer tovarious fae species, like Fortune Fae, some Shifter Fae breeds, and a handful of other fae races. But as it pertains to my kind, Mythos Fae Omegas are extremely rare. In fact, they’re thought to be extinct.”
I frown at him. “But you called me an Omega.”
“Yes.”
My brow creases even more. “I don’t understand.”
He palms the back of his neck and nods. “Honestly, neither do I. But my soul recognizes yours.”
“As an Omega,” I say dumbly. “As what type of Omega?” I attempt to clarify. Because maybe he means I’m some other kind of fae.
Except I have no idea how that’s possible. I was born in the village. And I certainly don’t feel otherworldly.
“A Mythos Fae Omega.”
Right. Now I’m just… utterly lost.
Orcus must see the confusion on my face because he says, “I think we need to start with how the Omegas of my kind went extinct. Then we can talk about your Mythos Fae Omega soul and what it might mean.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
ORCUS
Alina sits on the couch—theone I spent last night tossing and turning on—and tucks her legs under her. She’s still dressed in just an oversized shirt, which is driving my inner Alpha wild. Because I’m pretty sure she’s not wearing anything under it.
I settle beside her but leave a few inches between us to ensure her comfort. I also put on a pair of pants and a T-shirt prior to exiting the bedroom, as did Reaper and Flame.
All three of us would have been fine staying in our boxers, but it seemed our intended mate was overwhelmed—and a little turned on—by all the skin on display.
I would be more pleased with that if our conversation hadn’t ventured into painful territory.
Flame hands me a cup of black coffee before sitting in the chair catty-corner to the sofa. Reaper is still in the kitchen working on his own drink, as well as one for Alina. He’s into the fancy shit and said he wanted to make something special for “our girl” when we entered the living area.
I’m guessing it’s one of his famous cappuccinos. It’s a good thing the room came with the right equipment—a full coffee machine in the kitchen—or Reaper might have gone on a rampage searching for one.
I take a sip of my coffee, needing the scalding liquid to help anchor me in the moment. This is not going to be a fun conversation, but it’s a necessary one. Especially if she’s what I think she is.
After another burning swallow, I clear my throat and set my cup down on the coffee table before us. “Right, so, I guess I’ll start by explaining fae kind.”
“Professor Orcus, ladies and gentlemen,” Reaper interjects from the kitchen.
I ignore the jokester and continue.
“There are over a hundred fae realms in our world. Each realm is unique, meaning they’re typically inhabited by a specific fae type. And there’s a variety of fae, including vampires, shifters, elementals, dragons, and so many more. In short, it’s a vast universe of supernaturals.”
“There’s also a Human Realm,” Flame adds softly. “It’s similar to your world, except it’s a little more current.”
“And they don’t know supernaturals exist,” Reaper says as he appears in front of Alina.
She doesn’t jump at his teleportation antics, just blinks up at him. Almost like she knew to expect him. And maybe she did after he startled her in the bedroom.
