I was practically on my way to the Nolans’ house, and he still chose to ejaculate inside Theo, impregnating him. That thought only fuels my rage.
I know it’s irrational. I know it isn’t fair, since we weren’t together then.
But there are consequences to his choice.
The fury builds into a tidal wave as I tumble in bed, thrashing apart my nest.
On an impulse, I tear Snow’s hoodie from it and hurl it off the balcony, hating Snow, hating the false sense of safety he gave me.
Nothing is safe.
Nothing is moving toward normal.
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The next morning, I wake with an even sharper pain in my head, like someone’s driving ten screws into my skull. It’s so intense I can barely sit up.
A silent sob escapes my lungs.
Then, unexpectedly, I hear music.
Not from outside. The balcony door is shut. It’s coming from just beyond my door.
I listen.
The soft, silvery rhythm strokes across my aching skull like a hand smoothing it.
Where is he? I need to know.
I force myself up and stumble to the door.
When I open it, I see Snow sitting on the steps leading to my room, knees drawn up, playing quietly.
The sight hits me so hard I slam the door shut and lean back against it, my chest tight with emotions I would rather not feel.
I don’t want to see him, because Ihatehim. Damn Snow. And at the same time, I want to cry. Because Idon’thate him, unfortunately.
On top of that, I desire him.
The melody doesn’t stop. It seeps through the door like balm, softening the agony in my head.
The pounding eases.
I lie back down as the music gradually fades, and finally I hear the soft sound of footsteps retreating.
Why does he even care?
He should just get his ass over to Theo, focus on the pregnant omega and his kid, and leave me the hell alone. Why is he helping me? I don’t need his damn help or his pity.
Too late, too damn late, jerk.
But there’s one thing I have to settle, something I need to know. I log into an online pharmacy and order something that’s supposed to tell me exactly where I stand.
Once the order’s placed, I go back to bed, fully aware the headache will probably return.
And it does, the next morning.
And Snow’s help keeps coming over the next few days.
