Page 74 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

“Tell me if you come to a decision on that,” Uriel said. “I’ll get started on the other orders.”

For the most part, Uriel’s spellwork was a lot of the same. He wrote fireproofing spells on all of Abbie’s toys and clothes, runes that glowed and disappeared into the objects.

It was amazing, but it probably also cost a lot more than what Emre had spent on those thrift store clothes. Then again, if Abbie burned her entire wardrobe, there would be nothing left for her to wear.

Emre sighed when Uriel set down Abbie’s pink rabbit plushie. “Thanks. That’s her new favorite toy. She set fire to the old one.”

Uriel quirked a smile. “Happy to help.”

Emre couldn’t help looking at the damp spots on Uriel’s chest. His own nipples leaked too, because he was nursing his pups.

How did an alpha like Uriel manage to feed his baby from his chest?

As though he felt Emre staring, Uriel glanced over. “You have a phone?”

“Yeah, I do,” Emre said. Zenith had bought him a fancy phone two days ago, in case they were apart and needed to communicate.

“There’s an omega friend group chat,” Uriel said. “The mates of Zenith’s friends got together and made one. I thought you might like to be included.”

“M-mates?!” Emre squeaked.

He looked around hurriedly in case Zenith heard, relaxing when he didn’t see the alpha. Then he remembered that Zenith could hear them from across the mansion.

“Oh,” Uriel said, like he understood. “The chat group is for regular omega friends too. You don’t have to be someone’s mate to be part of the group. I just thought it was a good reason to join.”

“Okay,” Emre said, relieved.

“I could add you to the group now?”

“You can?”

Uriel smiled mysteriously. “I’m in the chat, yes.”

Emre wanted to ask,How?The question was probably all over his face.

He looked at Uriel’s chest. His baby carrier. Then he looked at Uriel’s face, and thought about all the things the mage wasn’t saying.

Come to think of it, Uriel had never actually answered his question, on whether he was an alpha or omega.

“Huh,” Emre said. “Are you... both?”

Uriel paused in his work. He glanced around, then pulled out his phone and typed into it.

When he turned the screen toward Emre, there was a line of text.

It’s a secret, but I’m actually an omega.

Emre froze. He stared at the message, then at Uriel’s rough-hewn face, the muscles on his body. He looked back at the message.

Uriel, an omega.

Did the scars have something to do with it?

Suddenly, Emre’s heart hurt a lot.

What had happened to Uriel? Did he want to look like an alpha, or did he not have a choice?

Uriel shrugged one shoulder and smiled crookedly. “The omega chat knows. Want me to add you?”