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What can I tell him?
I’ve shared almost everything with either Lincoln or Vito. But what haven’t I told them that only an Omega would understand?
I can’t hold back. How can I expect Ghost to trust me, if I don’t show that I trust him as well?
“This is my biggest secret.” I wrap my arms around my middle. I’m trembling. “I run a bakery with my brother, Vito. He’s awesome. I mean, he eats way too much pizza, is hyper, and plays alternative music at 2 a.m. in the morning, but he’s the best Alpha brother in the world, you know?”
Ghost smiles softly like he really may understand.
I take a steadying breath. “He helped me to escape our violent family. He also set up a bakery with me because it was my dream. He could have pursued his own dreams, but instead, he put me first. See, everyone thinks that he’s the baker. But I am.”
I turn my head to meet Ghost’s gaze. I don’t know what I expect to see.
I’m floored by the intense respect and admiration, with which he’s studying me.
Ghost’s lips quirk, before he writes on the notepad in a beautiful, looping handwriting, making sure that I can read it as he does: And you called me talented. You’re a trailblazer. Inspiring. OMG, I kissed the first ever Omega baker. Will you bake me a chocolate cake with extra frosting and buttercream tomorrow?
Typical, he’s already got his first order in.
“Fine, I’ll bake you a cake tomorrow.” I laugh.
Ghost purrs, nuzzling against my neck.
“But that’s not the secret.” I steady myself. “The truth is that I should be satisfied with what I have. Being in the shadows keeps me safe. But I feel invisible. Unrecognized. When I lie in bed at nights, I can’t help wondering how am I helping other Omegas and the next generation achieve their dreams. They need to see role models. So, my secret is that I wish I could front my bakery. I wish that everybody could know I’m the one who creates the cakes. Okay, your turn. What haven’t you told anyone?”
Ghost furrows his brow, before writing: Apart from the cold, I like winter more than summer. How the ice looks like broken glass. How I can disappear into all that white snow and hide within it. How people say it muffles the sound. I like to feel that people understand a bit more what it’s like to live in a world where their voice is stolen. And one of my favorite things is how I can breathe out and see the air turn to mist almost like I’m speaking words.
He wipes off the words on the notepad with a small microfiber cloth.
My throat is tight.
I nudge him with my shoulder. “I like to pretend I’m a dragon, when my breath does that.”
Ghost’s expression becomes less serious, as he writes: So does Thomas.
“Dragons and peacocks, what a menagerie.” Then I ask, “Did you get home tutored? We should have known each other at school. Why didn’t I grow up with you like I did Link and Tom?”
Instantly, Ghost’s expression clouds.
He draws his notepad close to him, before taking a long time to write like he wants to be certain that he gets this right.
Possibly, as if he’s never spoken about his past to anyone.
Hell, what if it’s that?
Ghost bites his lip as he passes the notepad over to me, fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt, while he waits for me to read it.
Omegas in the Ace pack don’t go to school.
They’re not wanted.
Mom intended to sell me at birth, and only Fletcher saved me. He was still a kid himself but he begged to be allowed to care for and raise me. But I was meant to stay invisible and out of the way.
A ghost.
My brother was kind.
Fletcher tutored me. He played with me too, even though he wasn’t meant to.
