Page 4 of Our Haunted Omegas
“INDI!” Cobalt’s voice rang out from nearby.
“No yelling in the store!” The sponge man called out.
“I’LL YELL WHERE I WANT TO!” Cobalt roared and both employees rounded the corner wearing khakis, black shirts, and blue knee length aprons. Their shoes were white, and both had their hair pulled up into buns. The woman said something, but I didn’t care. Usually, I wasn’t rude. Usually, I didn’t discount the so-called fairer sex because they were vicious, but I didn’t care right then. She wasn’t him. She wasn’t mine. Missy could ramble on all she wanted to but my ears were closed.
“No, you won’t!” Missy snapped at Cobalt. “I don’t care what royal butt crack you crawled out of---” The sponge man tapped her on the arm with the back of his hand.
“I’m seeing double and smelling ---” the sponge man said.
“I don’t care if they’re related to Clarence or not!” Missy rolled her eyes. “If they really are Medwin would’ve taught them better than to come into someone’s store and yell like their balls have been set on fire.”
“This isn’t a usual circumstance,” Cobalt said.
“I know. I know. You want the coconuts and limes. We’ll sell them to you. We will but you don’t have to yell,” she sighed.
“Missy, which one of them is it?” he asked her.
“Uh…. I think they’re both related to them,” she sighed. “I mean, they look identical! Hey! Are one of you guys Teal? Because Teal can yell his bloody head off any where he damn well pleases and---”
“He’s our brother,” Cobalt said because for the first time in my life all my words were lodged in the back of my throat.
“Me,” I said, answering my mate’s question from a second ago. It was the only word I found that would cross over my lips. Cobalt patted between my shoulders, and I took a step forward, breathing in my mate’s scent again.
“You what?” Missy asked still oblivious.
“Me,” I said again.
“You,” the sponge man said.
“Huh?” Missy grunted.
“They’re responding,” Cobalt said, flashing her the same sort of grin that he set on Crilus not so long ago.
“Don’t smile at me like that. My girlfriend could kick your ass,” Missy said, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes at my brother.
“That’s sort of hot,” Cobalt teased.
“She is very beautiful,” Missy nodded, arms still crossed.
I left them to banter, knowing Cobalt would cut his flirting crap now that he knew the shewolf was a lesbian. Despite his reputation and the leaked dick picks, he wasn’t a creep. We were always together. So, if he was a creep, I’d be the first to know about it.
I stepped forward and almost melted to my knees. He smelled so good – delicious, perfect, and a bit annoyed.
“Still annoyed about the sponges?” I asked him.
“That too,” he narrowed his eyes on me.
“At me?” I pointed to myself, confused.
“It’s complicated. You’re not going to like this.”
“Like what?” I asked him as he turned to walk back behind the shelves.
He took a deep breath and picked up a box. He popped it open and started stocking the three packs of sponges onto the shelves. I picked up the next box and started to help, figuring the sooner he finished up his work the sooner we could get out of here and really talk.
“You don’t have to do that,” he said.
“I know. I don’t have to do anything.”
