I quirked a brow. This was supposed to be common knowledge; I assumed even alpha sex ed had some kind of discussion about omega pregnancy. After all, most of the alphaswouldeventually be finding omega mates and knocking them up.
“And… to be honest, Imighthave skipped a class or two,” he said with a wince.
I rolled my eyes at him. “Well, that explains it.” I sighed. “Whatelsedo you not know?”
He grinned. “How am I supposed to know what I don’t know?
“Well, if you have questions next time just… ask me instead,” I mumbled. “Or look them up online. Why’d you have to go out and buy an encyclopedia, anyway?”
He shrugged. “I dunno. I thought it’d be useful in the future, maybe, when I have my own pups.”
A prickle of irritation ran through me. Then I wondered why the hell I would be irritated about that. Jericho wasn’t my mate. Of course it would be natural for him to find an omega and have his own family once I was gone. And that was the plan all along, wasn’t it? To get the hell out of here?
“And besides,” Jericho continued, “a big book like this always looks nice sitting on the coffee table. Or being used as a doorstop.”
There he goes, diverting the situation again,I thought.
“Anyway,” I said. “I’m, um… really, truly sorry about what happened earlier.”
Jericho’s brows raised for a split second before returning to normal. He chuckled. “It’s okay. Wouldn’t be the first time I accidentally walked in on a friend doing that, if I’m being totally honest.”
A friend.
My heart twitched.
Jericho called me his friend. Not roommate. Not annoying omega who slept in his bed and mooched off him for weeks.
A friend.
I thought to myself: did I feel the same way about him? After living here for a month, could I really keep telling myself Jericho was nothing more than a source of food and shelter for my growing pup? How did Ireallyfeel about him?
The answer, much to my dismay, was clear. I considered him a friend, too.
And - unfortunately - maybe something more.
