"Why is Lyra just a friend?"
Elara had followed me inside, and before I could even take off my heavy coat, she wrapped her arms around me from behind. She pulled me against her chest, her chin resting right on top of my head. Her voice was low and rough, vibrating through my shoulders.
"It would be awkward to tell a stranger we're lovers the second we meet, wouldn't it?" I asked softly.
"Why?"
"Well... because we're both women?"
"Even though you're an Omega?"
I went still. How could I forget that? I knew it was true, but maybe because I had lived most of my life as a defective Alpha, I still didn't feel like I belonged in this world of true Alphas and Omegas. Or maybe it was something else. Lately, I felt so small, like an ant living in a giant's house. I looked at the dark wood of the floor and wondered if there was really an "us" anymore, especially after what I saw in her study.
"I forgot," I said, forcing a little laugh. "I guess I'm still getting used to everything."
