The Omegas Call

Thirty-three

He winces when the floor creeks, lifting his toe off the wooden board instantly before looking back at the bed and sighing. No one woke up. He steps down fully, pushing his body forward slowly and carefully despite every fiber in his body yelling for him to turn back.

"Yes!" A shout rings in the distance, and he clenches his fists. "Do it again!"

When he reaches the window, and his fingers grab the heavy material of the curtain. He blinks a few times as he peels it back, the moon light shining directly on his face, and peeks down into the backyard.

There, right in the center of the yard, was Sophia and Lily. Andy raises an eyebrow before squinting his eyes, watching them tussle on the ground. The omega gasps when he sees the moves Sophia was doing and in the manner she was doing them: slow and instructive. Not only that, but she had a familiar blade that shined in the light. Momma's blade.

"Again!" Sophia shouts when Lily knocks her down. The beta gets back up and they take their positions.

"She's... training her?" Andy whispers and stands straighter. He watches Lily smirk and lean in for an attack. By her ability to be quick, and efficient Andy would guess this was going on for a while. "With knives?"

He closes the curtain before he can be spotted, and looks at his alphas. He frowns as he thinks about not only their relationship but Sophia and Lily's. Why is Sophia showing her how to fight? That's rule number one: never expose the family.

So why is Sophia, with knives no less? Sure, Lily knew some things about their family's past, and may be her mate, but Sophia couldn't possibly be dumb enough to do that unless-

"She knows." Andy whispers. "She knows everything."

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The next night, Andrew wakes up to screaming again. He rubs his eyes, and rolls them when he realizes it's coming from the backyard and it's Sophia and Lily.

"Is this every night?" He wonders and looks at his sleeping alphas. He shouldn't wake them, but the idea of Sophia training Lily was eating at him. One question, in particular: how much does Lily know?

He sneakily climbs out from under the sheets and off the bed, quietly walking from the guest room to Lily's. He pushes the door open slightly, hissing when it creeks. He walks into the carpeted room, his toes clenching at the soft fabric beneath him. Such a nice change from the cold wood.

His eyes scan the room, and granted he couldn't see much but his senses were at an all time high. He couldn't risk getting caught.

"Where to start." He mumbles. He looks behind him, his heart racing at the fact that they could come in at any second, before looking at the desk.

He shakes his head; too obvious. Niall or any friend could get information there if they wanted to snoop. Andy may not know Lily like Sophia, but the omega won't take her for a fool.

His eyes then drift to the closet, and he takes note of how small it is. He also know thats where Sophia puts her belongings- there and in the dressers- so he shakes his head. Also too risky, especially if she knows things Sophia doesn't.

Just by that logic alone, the night stands and dressers are ruled out.

He drags his left foot lazily in a circle as he thinks. Under the bed, possibly?

"Worth a shot-" he jumps when he hears the back door slide open, and voices casually speak to each other. He squeaks, and puts the door back how it was before sliding himself under the bed.

He covers his nose and mouth, squeezing his eyes shut as he hears them enter the room.

"I think I'm getting better," Lily says, and Andy looks at their dirty bare feet walking around the room, "my body isn't as sore."