No, this omega didn't seem violent. He looked nice.
And kind of cute.
His was the voice I'd heard whispering earlier. I wished I'd been awake to hear what he said properly. My senses were sharp, but notthatsharp. I cursed myself for taking a nap—but then again, how the hell was I supposed to know a random omega would show up on my doorstep?
The omega pushed the gate open, though without the practiced motions Bert used. This man shuffled and breathed hard, glancing over his shoulder and fumbling with his hands. Maybe he wasn't as confident as Bert—or he was scared. But what was there to be afraid of?
My heart raced as the omega fiddled with a brick. I realized that unlike Bert, he had no key. He didn't want to get locked inside.
I frowned. And whywouldn'the want to get locked inside an abandoned house with a sexy alpha phantasm?
But of course, like most people in the world, he probably couldn't see me. And that meant he couldn't touch me, either.
My spirits fell, but I wasn't going to let that stop me from having a bit of fun with this omega. There was no harm in locking him in for a while. It wasn't dangerous. Aside from me, there wasn't a soul in the house. Besides, Bert was due to finish his shift in a couple of hours. He'd come and “save” the omega later.
Feeling mischievous, I swooped in behind the omega andaccidentallykicked the brick out of place before floating above his head.
The gate shut.
The omega swung around, his blue eyes wide.
Well, if he wasn't the cutest thing I'd ever seen.
My heart fluttered at his wide-eyed gaze. I wanted to squeeze his adorable cheeks. I wanted to stroke his fluffy, frazzled hair.
But he was a human, and I was a phantasm. It would never work out.
“What the...? Huh?” the omega mumbled in shock. He examined the now-distant brick, his escape route gone.
At first, I felt guilty. What if he screamed in terror? Bert would have to come running, and then he'd get mad at me for playing pranks, which was the exact thing he was on duty tonight to prevent.
But instead of wailing, the omega pulled out his device again—Bert told me it was called a “phone”—and rapidly spoke into it.
“Guys, you willneverbelieve what just happened. See that brick over there? I put ithere.Then I turned my back, and it wasthere.Shit, I wish I got that on film. You have to believe me, you know I'd never lie to my subscribers.”
Who was he talking to? It didn't sound like there was a person on the other end of the line. I watched him curiously. His shaky body language suggested he was a little spooked, but he seemed excited, too. It sounded like heenjoyedthe mystery of the invisible moving brick. If he liked that, I had plenty more where that came from.
Then the omega did the opposite of what I expected. Instead of crying out for help or trying to force the gate open, he turned towards the house—and entered it.
Hope soared in my chest. The omega was inside my home!
I swooped in after him, phasing through the wall. I hugged the high ceiling and watched him from above, getting a good bird's eye view. The omega's jaw dropped as he surveyed his surroundings, then he swallowed. He scrambled to retrieve his phone again.
“Check this out,” he whispered loudly. “This is the front foyer of the abandoned house on Raven Hill. Look at all the cobwebs... Nobody's been here for ages.”
Well, that simply wasn't true. I was literally here right now—not that he knew that—and Bert just left a couple hours ago.
“Guys, I'm seriously shaking,” the omega said with a breathy laugh as he crept through the hall. “This place is so creepy, but so cool.”
Who were these “guys” he kept referring to? Was he on a call with his friends? If so, why couldn't I hear them responding? It was hard to imagine they all ignored him. How could anybody ignore an omega this cute?
The omega tiptoed deeper into my house. Every little thing astounded him—dust, cobwebs, a slanted painting on the wall... He seemed like a person perusing a museum, not someone trapped in a derelict building. That made me happy. At least someone besides me appreciated a good creepy house!
Amused, I followed the omega into the living room. He gasped when he saw the cards Bert and I had left on the table. He rushed towards them, shoving his phone close to the table.
“Are you guys seeing this?” he whispered excitedly. “These cards have no dust on them. They look brand new... I wonder if someone else has explored this house recently,” he added, sounding a bit disappointed.
He turned around and took a deep breath, then coughed because of the dust. I grimaced. I should've warned him to cover his mouth. Then I felt bad for not cleaning up. Even though I personally liked the spooky abandoned house aesthetic, it was difficult for humans. The dust didn't hurt me, but it wasn't good for my omega.
