Page 97 of Carmichael's Omega

"Carm!" the scandalized voice of my twin makes my blood run cold.

My eyes pop open. "Mattie?" I'm shocked and elated to see him. My twin stands behind Carm and me, arms folded over his chest, shoulders curved inward.

"Conejita," Carmichael draws my attention back to him instantly. "You put yourself in danger."

I fight my tears off with everything I can. My omega-wolf is a picture of shame. "Sorry," I whisper. "I didn't mean to." A few tears slip free despite my best efforts.

Carmichael's anger drains suddenly. "I know,mi Alma. You're my good girl. I know. Don't cry,Bella." He swipes at my tears with the rough pads of his fingers, which just spreads the wetness all over my cheeks.

Matt silently hands Carmichael a clean cloth. My mate takes it just as silently and wipes my face. I look at my mate, then my twin, wondering. Just... wondering. Are they getting along? Have they talked yet about their fate? Have they talked about me? About the LoboGris?

A sharp slap on my bum wakes me up from my wondering.

"Pay attention,Conejita," Carmichael says sternly. I just nod, waiting for his reprimand to continue. To my utter and complete shock, he scoops me up into his arms and carries me into the bathroom. I blush when I realize that I'm completely naked. I feel even more embarrassed when I glimpse in the mirror and realize that I look like a complete hag.

With a wince, I recall Matt's perfectly polished clothes and hair. I pee and wash my face in a hurry before gargling some mouthwash to rinse the gross taste of... whatever I was drinking last night, out.

"Carm?" I ask.

"¿Si, Conejita?"his voice is still hard and cold.

"Can I have my dress, please?" I keep my voice quiet because my head hurts, and I'm terrified of breaking the thin veneer of control Carmichael has.

"No. It's filthy," he snaps.

I sniffle, biting back my next question. What am I supposed to wear? What did I do last night? All I can remember is going to the LaNu House, then... a human boy offered to take me to another party. I left without telling anyone where I was going.

Oh, goddess. I'm an idiot.

"I washed Cassie's dress. It's in the dryer downstairs," I hear Matt murmur.

There's a beat of silence; then a question falls between my twin and mate that makes my wolf cringe.

"You left the room,Nene?" The alpha-wolf rumbles, making my omega curl into a tight ball and hide her snout under her paw.

"I... I woke up an hour ago and couldn't go back to sleep," Matt says softly.

"Stay here," Carmichael growls. I hear the door to the room slam shut and wince. Straining, still hiding in the bathroom, I listen as his heavy footsteps recede. I sit on the edge of the toilet seat and wait, naked, head pounding, miserable. It's only a couple of minutes before the door opens again.

"Here,Conejita," my mate fills the bathroom doorway. Clenched in his fist is my dress. My bra and panties are nowhere in sight, but I don't argue, pulling the dress over my head and running my fingers through my hair to smooth it out as best I can. As I do, Carmichael's ice-blue eyes watch me.

Without saying a word, he grabs my hand and pulls me back into the bedroom, straight to Matt's side. He raps my twin on his bum, too, with his free hand. "Nene," Carmichael scolds him, "you are like your sister,si? Disobedient to your alpha? I told you to stay here and sleep."

"Her d-dress was... and your clothes... I just thought I would be fast, and I had to wash it all," Matt whispers.

I blink at Matt, confused and worried. Doesn't he understand that Carmichael is an alpha? His word is law. Of course, I'm an omega, and I have difficulty disobeying any high-ranked wolf, but Matt isn't precisely a pack warrior. Then again, my brother is a clean freak. Maybe he's OCD? He loves to clean, especially if he's feeling upset about something.

I take a step to him to offer comfort when Carmichael's next words halt me in my tracks.

"Is this an omega trait,Nene?" his voice impatient.

I open my mouth to answer. Yes, cleaning obsessively can be an omega trait. Omegas want to be helpful. I'm not the cleanest, although I do love to organize.

But Carmichael isn't talking to me.

My blood runs ice-cold.

I stare at my brother, my twin, in sheer silence. My omega-wolf sniffs the air, as confused as I am. Her litter-mate has always been gentle, but an omega? Mattie is an omega? My twin? Is it true?

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