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Iris
What does that mean?
Right. As an Omega from the Upper Side, she wouldn’t know about mainland practices.
It’s a medical procedure Alphas can get done to prevent pregnancy.
Still a bit experimental and forbidden in Sabine, Killian and I got it done before moving here, after Tamara fucked us over. We never wanted to repeat what had happened with her and Emmie again.
Don’t worry. There’s no way you can be pregnant.
But what if she wants a baby? She is a natural with Emmie. Maybe she wants to be a mother. Omegas usually do.
I quickly write out another message.
It can be reversed. If that’s what we want.
Another tense pause from her. And then?—
Iris
No way. I’m not the mothering type.
When I look over at her, her body is more relaxed in the chair, her relief clear.
Interesting. An Omega who doesn’t want kids. Iris keeps on surprising me.
Her brother returns to pick something up and glares at her. Iris says something and Marigold rises, looping her arm through his, and leads him back the way he came.
The sisters do diabolical work as a team, in the sliver of world they know.
A message flashes on my mini.
Iris
I’ll block all the dances now. Maybe one for Mr. B, too.
Mr. B. doesn’t need a dance.
But I suspect he’ll steal one under everyone’s noses. Killian can move through societal levels with ease.
Iris
I rather give them all to you both. All of them. In front of everyone. I want that.
Direct. Utterly Iris.
It hurts a on my chest throbs, right where Iris marked me back and sealed the bond, and it makes me smile.
If only…
The blond and her siblings, come back, and I take that distraction to leave money on my table and go.
I’ve put off my next appointment too long.
“You oaf,” the man says, coming out of nowhere as I nearly knock him over.
I mime a bow. He stepped in front of me, the spillage of papers not my fault.
