Page 72 of The Omega's Bloodline: Part One

Everything lookedweird. Wavery, swirly, like I’d seen in movie depictions of an acid trip. I reached over to Seth and Caden and dug my fingers into their thighs for a desperate anchor.

“I know.” Melinda held out the cup more insistently. Whatever was inside it was glowing. “Drink this. It’ll help.”

The twisting vision was quickly making me nauseated, and while I wasn’t eager to down some fucked-up potion, I also didn’t want to hurl all over her living room. I accepted the cup from her and took a tentative sip. It tasted like the forest and felt like a balm on my tongue. I’d expected searing heat from the steam but it was only pleasantly warm and I chugged the rest of it.

My vision cleared with every mouthful and I slumped gratefully against Caden as I finished it off.

“There’s a good girl.” Melinda’s words made my stomach flip. She took the mug back and set it on the small table next to her chair. “Better?”

I nodded, but slipped my hands into Caden’s and Seth’s anyway. My blood still hummed, and my head was so light I half worried it would float away.

“Ready to go outside?”

“For what?” I asked.

“Your boys told me about everything and your weird ability quirks. You should have a much easier time with them now if you want to try.”

“In a minute.”

Melinda nodded and updated me on her theory. “If we could figure out what line you’re from, that might give us a better idea as to why you were bound to begin with. There are only three lines that I’m aware of that were locked.”

She twitched her fingers and a thick leather-bound book floated up again. It opened to a section of family trees.

“These are all witch families?” I asked.

“The omega lines, yes. I’m astonished you’ve been around an alpha shifter for so long and neither of you were aware that you’re an omega. Nothing ever tipped you off?”

“I mean, I reacted to him way more strongly than I ever did to humans, but I thought it was just because he’s so hot.”

Melinda laughed. “Your omega magic may have been smothered by the bindings, but it can’t stop everything.”

It should have been weird to consider myself an omega, but the truth of it settled into my bones and my brain snapped into alignment with that most basic fact even as a million more questions craved answers.

“I don’t know anything about omegas. What does it mean to be one?”

“All omegas have inherent magic, whether they are witch, shifter, or something else. They exist across multiple species. I suppose we’re best known for our sensuality and our ease with having children.”

“But…I wasn’t planning on having any.”

“You don’t need to,” Melinda assured me. “Many omegas take advantage of potions and charms to block conception. If you chose to, though, it’s very common to have minimal symptoms or discomfort during pregnancy.”

“Good to know, I guess. So, tell me about the book? How do we figure out my ancestry?”

“One of my ancestors was quite tricky and collected a drop of blood from every witch she ever encountered, applying it to the book. Her magic tracked the connections.”

The idea of giving Melinda any of my blood made me queasy, but maybe it was the best option?

Melinda smirked. “If you want to find out who your birth parents were and to which line you belong, then yes, you’ll need to give me your blood.”

I jerked back. Her power was unnerving. “Could I learn more before I consider that?”

“Of course, sweetness. Let me arrange that for you since I’ll be leaving soon.” A flick of her fingers had a small knife darting toward her, mother-of-pearl inlaid into the wood handle. She nicked her thumb and ran the pad of it down the spine of thebook, whispering something I couldn’t quite hear. “There we go. You can borrow this book for a while. Please do keep it safe. It’s been in my family for quite some time. I’ve bound it to me so I can call it to return at any point. There should be plenty of information in here to get you started with understanding the history of our people. Your specific magic will have to be determined by trial and error since every omega witch is different. Very little of our magic types are hereditary so you can have interesting mixes among family.”

“Who told you to unbind Logan?” Caden asked. “You said you were told to, but none of us said anything.”

Melinda snorted. “I wouldn’t have listened to you even if you had. I listen to my patron gods, not a prissy panther. But, to answer your question, Hecate requested, and I’m not about to deny a goddess.”

“She’s my?—”

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