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“Okay, what the hell is that? How are you doing that?”
He smiled. “Byron and myself are born to replace dead mates. Our own mate found a beta, married him, and never evolved into an omega. For them, it was true love. We were released gently and recovered quickly, but we were existing without a mate. We left with Achilles to see the new world and have enjoyed learning and melding with this new society. It’s very interesting.”
Myrtle blinked as someone held her other hand. She turned her head to the dark Elite holding her right hand. “Byron, I presume?”
“Yes, miss. Lovely name by the way.”
“It is bulky and weird, but thank you. My friends call me Turtle.” Her hand looked tiny in his, and she looked over to the one holding her left hand. “What’s your name?”
“Teyval. Archivist of the dark Elite and stuntman at a local studio. I tend to double the monsters. Byron is a bodyguard by profession.”
The weak male looked at her. “I am Denith. Professional chef.”
“Pleased to meet you. I would hug you, but...”
“Your body would tear mine apart. I understand.” He grinned. “I look forward to trying that after we have balanced out.”
She looked at Teyval, “So, you know how to do this?”
“An omega usually loses one male after battle. This situation doesn’t happen. The correction is the same, but instead of replacing one mate, you must replace both and then take the original to save him.”
Denith grumbled, “This is not my preference either, Turtle. I would much rather have seen you entering my restaurant and swept you off your feet.”
“That would be difficult as I only leave my apartment under duress, and I have a roommate who does the dishes for a break on the rent. My friends come to me because I am fascinating. I am a dramatic introvert in my habits.”
Teyval chuckled. “I deeply appreciate that.”
Denith smiled. “What kind of food do you like?”
“The kind that shows up after someone knocks on my office door. Knife, fork, spoon, chopsticks. Don’t care. It goes in my mouth, and I get back to work.” She paused. “That sounded a bit rude, didn’t it?”
Teyval squeezed her hand. “Just a little.”
“Um. Right. I don’t pay attention to food.”
Denith was shocked, but his appearance was changing. He looked less frail and was sitting straighter.
She looked at him. “Are you straightening up to defend food?”
He grinned. “Sort of. You are getting stronger from contact with Teyval and Byron, so I am getting stronger as well.”
“But you and I have never met. How can we be connected?”
“Fate, grand design, or we have bumped into each other at some point and imprinted on each other.”
She cocked her head. “Which restaurant do you work with?”
“Halor Denith.”
She paused. “Oh. Wait. I have been there. My roommate, Nisha, took me there for my birthday a few months ago. It was a comfortable place to have a nice time with friends.” She grinned. “Nice dessert.”
Denith blinked. “What day was it?”
Myrtle gave him the date, and he closed his eyes. “Six women. Lots of giggling.”
She stared at him and imagined him with a more standard skin colour. She hung her head. “I apologized about the laughing and giggling at the time.”
Denith smiled. “You did. You were very polite.”
