The smell. He wasn't there. They didn't smell anything to me, and I asked my alpha friends what I smelled like.
"Nothing as if you were putting on a neutralizer and it was killing all your smell.
I told my father about it. They started taking me to hospitals, but everybody said that everything was fine, I was a healthy omega and not beta. After all, there were such thoughts, because the betas were odorless and did not feel themselves. But no, omega and period. The reproductive system is normal, and I will be able to give birth. That's when my father stopped worrying.
I didn't expect to find a couple, because he would never feel me anyway. I was going to study and work hard. But my father said that he needed grandchildren. We had a serious conversation that day, and he offered me to marry an Alpha, whom my father respects and wants to give him his company. Omega can't run a business where most of the staff is Alpha. I just won't be listened to. I agreed with that. I don't think I could manage three factories and run alpha plants like my father does.
I had nothing to lose, I agreed. So my husband was chosen.
I remember how perplexed Hank was when he saw me, but he couldn't smell me. And I didn't feel anything but expensive perfume.
- The odorless omega was true.
Hank turned out to be a nice alfa that never humiliated me for lack of smell. He wasn't happy with his family, but he had a career. He worked with his father around the clock, and if I'd seen him at least in the mornings at breakfast and in the evening, he was moving away more and more every month. I see him now only before I leave. He kisses my cheek fast and runs away to work without even having breakfast.
Friends say he's got someone to let him go since he doesn't need this marriage. I thought about it. Yes, he doesn't need me, but he needs this job, and my father needs a successor.
It was worse with the heirs. They just didn't exist. Hank even checked with the doctors himself. But he was fine, too. He wasn't going crazy in my heat, his desires didn't double, and I didn't feel an overwhelming desire to be with him at the time.
That's how we were living, like normal roommates who sometimes sleep with each other but don't feel anything for each other.
- I spoiled his happiness," Stefan whispered, wiping tears with his back of his hand and smiling as if he were apologizing for his weakness. - In recent months, I've become unbearable in our home, among the housekeepers who look at me with pity every day. So I went to my uncle's house. I had promised to go there and pick up a few things a long time ago. I had already packed a couple of boxes that evening when I ran into the mirror. The mirror frames were cut with different symbols and writing. I've seen them on other artifacts before, but they were always glowing there, so I thought my uncle had a broken artifact. Having walked my hands along the runes and read the writing to myself, I felt like the surface began to heat up at hand. And then I was drawn into it. I came to my senses in a dark, cramped, dirty room, and also hit something. When I heard a rumble downstairs, I tripped over a protruding leg and flew down. And there you are, a copy of me. I don't know, as soon as I held back, so I wouldn't squeal with horror. And now it's even interesting. Can you imagine what it's like to see yourself, but from a parallel world!
- I can even imagine," I summoned.
I sat down in front of him and took my hand. My hands were also identical. He also compared with curiosity whether we had the same lines on the palm of our hands, whether we had a scar on our right little finger.
- I cut myself with a knife as a child when I was cutting potatoes," I whispered, for some reason.
- And I fell into the grass on the lawn, and there was a nail sticking out, so I ran into it," Stefan whispered. He looked me cunningly in the eye. - Your favorite color?
- Creamy.
- I have a pearl color.
- Favorite fruit?
- I love tangerines," Steph said in a dreamy breath.
- And I can't live without oranges.
- Favorite alcohol?
We were silent for a minute, we got angry and gave it away in one voice:
- Wine! Red! Half-sweet!
We also laughed in one voice and now we were not afraid at all. From another world - you'd think! Hasn't anyone ever dreamt of seeing someone who looks just like you, but you've never seen him before? I dreamt, though as a child. And now my "I" from the other world was sitting across the hall and it was also a great pleasure to meet you.