The omegas mate

Chapter 11: Closer

I finished my breakfast in silence and then finally found the courage to ask, “so, do you think I could join you and Lydia with this investigation daddy’s given you two.” I was being sarcastic and playful, which was really the only time I called Markus daddy or dad.

Mason got that flustered look again and almost choked on his orange juice. I noticed he only seemed to do it when I said the word daddy, and it took me a full minute to figure out why, and then I blushed bright red when I realized it was a word couples sometimes used to be kinky and prayed he would say something to fill the now awkward silence.

He did. “I’m pretty sure your ‘daddy’ would kill us if he found out we let you tag along.”

Oh. My. God. He actually said the word himself and used air quotes being all joking but still, I got the full effect that he must have been hit with whenever I said those words.

It did somehow seem naughty and sexy, and I blushed harder and fought through it because I was being ridiculous, it was just a word, but I was clearly reacting like the blushing virgin that I was.

I fought hard to compose myself and answered, “I won’t tell if you don’t. I know Lydia won’t say a word because she’s my bestie.”

He raised one eyebrow at that and sarcastically said, “your bestie?”

For a moment, my old self shone through, and I leaned across the table and shoved his shoulder hard enough to push him back against his chair.

He laughed and raising his hands said, “fine, but if it gets found out I’m absolutely blaming you and Lydia for it, I’ll just say you guys bullied me into submission.”

“Pfft, pretty sure Markus will never believe that anyone could bully you into submission, least of all his innocent daughter and her female friend.”

He smirked and answered, “I’m pretty sure he will believe Lydia is quite capable of bullying a male wolf into submission, hence her rank status in the pack.”

He had a point.

It was a week later when both Rachel and Mason wanted me to join them for movie night in her room like we used to.

Since I had started dressing nice and wearing makeup, I had noticed Rachel hadn’t invited me to join them in a long while.

I was kind of confused why they suddenly wanted me there, but I joined anyway because I loved my horror movies, and they were watching the conjuring.

I was wearing skinny jeans and a white tight tank top with my face made up like usual these days, but it didn’t stop me from jumping onto the bed between the two of them and snuggling under the covers in the middle.

Rachel looked at me with something akin to jealousy before averting her gaze back to the screen, and I was left confused.

I didn’t think I was that beautiful, and I looked down at myself to see what had put that look on her face.

I quickly pulled my top up as discreetly as possible, realizing that my cleavage had been very on display as the tank top had pulled down slightly when I’d jumped onto the bed, I always forgot I had a big chest as I was used to wearing baggy t-shirts. I needed to try harder to move and behave more lady like.

Like she always did, Rachel got up to go to work halfway through the movie, and I was secretly glad because I realized why they invited me.

The tension between them was almost unbearable, like the quiet before the storm, and I wondered if she had wanted me there knowing that someone else in the room would help stop her from becoming violent like she had last time.

I think she had been expecting the usual argument between them to start, but Mason didn’t say a word, he didn’t even look up from the TV.

When she left, he didn’t cuddle up to me like he usually did, but I wanted to cuddle him, I probably shouldn’t be feeling these feelings towards an already taken guy, but I did, and I didn’t think they even liked each other at this point any more anyways.

I don’t know why there were still together they didn’t even hold hands anymore.

My old, confident self had disappeared around Mason, so I worked up the courage to make myself lift his arm up, so I could lay my head against his chest.

He didn’t move away, but he did quietly say, “we probably shouldn’t do this anymore, Hazel.”

I tried to ignore the sinking feeling in my gut when I asked, “why not?”

I looked up into his eyes when I asked, making our faces only inches apart, I hadn’t meant to do that on purpose, but I realized I had made it even more awkward.

“You don’t think this feels a little bit different now?”

I feigned innocence and asked, “what do you mean?”

Sighing he answered, “you being all dressed up and looking pretty and shit.”

A bit of my old spark was clearly still there deep inside of me somewhere because I couldn’t help winding him up and replied, “aw, you think I’m pretty?”

I made myself blush in the process, but it was worth it.

“No.”

I felt like crying like some stupid teenager when he said that word, but then he added more quietly, “I think you’re beautiful Hazel, and that’s why we should stop this.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, he just said I was beautiful and hearing my name come from his lips with that sentence had me feeling so giddy inside I felt like I was going to pass out from happiness.

“We can still be friends and hang out, though right?” Ok, I wasn’t as brave as him to admit how I felt, so I feigned the innocent act and deflected.

“Yeah, of course,” he said and then sat up in the bed, forcing me to remove myself from his chest and sit up too.

I didn’t want us to sit here feeling awkward so I changed the subject and said, “you know it’s my birthday in two days right?”

He looked at me then and answered, “is it?”

“Yes, I hope you got me a card, Mase.”

He laughed at my nickname for him and said, “I’ll have to get you one.”

“Yes, you will,” I joked and then said, “so, what do you want to do now?”

“I suppose we should go get Lydia and start doing our research on the werewolf deaths.”

I got excited at that and jumped out of the bed and pulled him up too.

He snorted a laugh at me pulling him around, but he didn’t resist. I was really struggling to figure out why everyone was so on edge around him and scared, he seemed like a big puppy to me.

We found Lydia in the living room messing around sparring with Jake, another wolf who was nowhere near as high up in the pack as Lydia but still decided he wanted to test himself against her.

I watched her knock his legs out from under himself, and he crashed to the floor hard while she had barely broken a sweat from their little sparring match.

She spotted me and Mason and made her way over to us. “What do you want,” she demanded.

“Wow, hello to you too bestie,” I mock scowled and folded my arms.

“Pfft, please, anytime I see that excited look in your eye I know you want something, spit it out.” She folded her own arms and gave me a stern motherly look.

I swallowed the gulp in my throat and answered, “well, uh, you see I was wondering if…” I trailed off and the coward I was, I hid behind Mason and pushed him toward her and said, “tell her Mase.”

Lydia raised her eyebrow. “It’s Mase now, is it?”

She was teasing me, but Mason still looked a little flustered before composing himself and doing that thing he did where he would go cold and devoid of any emotion, so you didn’t have a damn clue what he was thinking.

“She wants to come along with us and help with the investigations.”

God he voice was so sexy.

“Sure, I’m guessing you guys are here because you want to start now?”

I ran over and hugged Lydia tight enough that she was struggling to breathe. “Eeek! Thank you Lydia, that’s why you’re my favorite person.”

I knew she would let me help with no objections, she was the only one who treated me like I wasn’t a child and also wasn’t afraid to call Markus out on he’s bullshit.

If he found out, she wouldn’t take responsibility for it and instead would turn it around on Markus, she was one of those people who were just naturally gifted at arguing so that they always won.

Markus was busy training his ‘warrior wolves’ so I didn’t need to sneak out or anything. Mason wanted us to start back at the area where mom and Markus took me for dinner, where that female werewolf had been left like nothing but garbage on the floor.

When we got there, the place was spotless, no trace or hint that a crime had ever happened. The police had finished gathering their evidence it seemed and washed away any trace of what had taken place.

Being werewolves, however, made it easy for us to smell through the special cleaning products they had used, and we were still able to pick up the smell of the female wolf, although faint and even fainter than that the smell of a vampire.

It wasn’t much to go on, the smell was so faint we couldn’t tell if the vamp was male or female or if there had been more than one.

Lydia looked at Mason and asked, “what do you think?”

He looked up at her from where he’d been lost in thought and answered, “it’s not much to go on really, the smells too faint, but I know vampires don’t like to travel far from home to feed. I’m guessing there’s a clan close around this area somewhere and if we find them, then we find the killer or killers.”

Lydia nodded in agreement and asked, “so, where do we start.”