“An omega?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.” Henry shrugged, then with a cautious chuckle he asked, “Not yours, I’m assuming? I don’t think you mentioned having a mate or kids when we made plans.”
“Oh, I definitely don’t have a mate,” I said quickly. Henry looked relieved to hear that. “But, er… I’m not so sure about the second part anymore.”
Henry stopped in his tracks. “What?”
“About having kids, I mean.”
His eyes widened, then narrowed. “So, you don’t have a mate but you have kids? How does that work?”
“It’s probably not what you think,” I said. “I didn’t have a one-night stand or anything.”
The suspicion left Henry’s face, replaced by confusion. “Wait, so you have an adopted kid?”
“Sort of,” I said. “It’s a very recent development.”
“Um… Okay. You didn’t mention that when we planned this date, though,” he said cautiously.
“I didn’t have her at the time,” I admitted. “She basically fell into my lap just last night.”
Henry was really lost now. “Excuse me?”
“My friend—the omega I mentioned a second ago—he found an abandoned baby named Angel. He needed my help raising her, so she’s under my care now, back at my home,” I explained.
“So… She’s underbothyour care. Inyourhouse?”
“Right,” I said slowly.
Henry seemed leery. “Do Iknowthis omega?”
“In fact, you do. His name is Scar. He’s the man you met at the bar who saved you from those alphas.”
Henry’s jaw dropped. “That guy?”
I nodded.
“Um… Okay, I guess,” Henry said with a shrug. He continued walking and I followed. “I guess I’m not worried about it then. For a minute I thought you guys were like, together.”
What does he mean he’s not worried? Just a moment ago he seemed to be on the verge of accusing me of cheating.
“We’re not dating, if that’s what you’re suggesting,” I said.
His caution faded back into an amused smile. “Okay. I believe you. It’s just kinda weird knowing that he asked for your help… I mean, what’s up with that?”
“How so?”
“I mean, isn’t he like… way older than me? And you’re almost my age. You’d think someone that old would know how to take care of a kid on his own,” Henry continued.
“He’s notold,” I protested. “He’s just been through a lot.”
Henry ignored my comment. “Seriously, though, doesn’t it bother you that he wanted your help?”
The strange comment struck me. “No. Why would it?”
“Like, you can’t be around all the time, right? Maybe one time is fine, but expecting to keep her at your place is too much,” Henry said.
