Seriously, though…
Age gaps are common enough between alphas and omegas. I’m not even sure why I’ve been so focused on the age difference, except that it gave me something to hold on to, to call a hard line that I couldn’t cross.
The door slams open, and we both jolt.
My eyes narrow when I spot Damian, and it takes everything in me not to growl for him to get fucked.
Chapter Sixteen
Damian
“Nice to see one of you finally checked your texts,” Declan rumbles, shaking his head.
“Nah, Ravvi got a feeling. He told me I should come check in.” I shrug, crossing the room in a few long strides.
I’m sure that gut feeling came from one of the whispers, but we don’t talk about that in public. Declan knows the deal, and the greenroom is private. I just don’t trust some reporter not to be lurking outside the door, waiting to grab any crumbs of a story they can pick up.
I’m more focused on the way the veins stick out on the back of his hand that rests on Cove’s spine. It looks like he’s got a death grip on her. That, combined with the tightness in his jaw, leads me to believe I intruded on something.
What?
I’m not sure.
I do decently well at picking up on emotions based on facial expressions, especially when someone is irritated or agitated. I just never know how to set them at ease once I’ve come to that conclusion.
I got the flavor of neurodivergence where I struggle to pick out my own emotions and self-regulate when they’re extreme.
Declan and Cove look cozy.
I’m not shocked.
Ravvi and I have talked a few times about the way the two of them have been dancing around each other.
I mean, Declanalwayshops up to check on her when she’s sick. Even when she tells him to fuck off, he sticks around and makes sure she’s okay.
He’s braver than I am.
I’m a sympathetic puker.
I hate that she doesn’t feel well, but I have to pop in my earbuds the second the retching starts. Otherwise, I would be fighting her for the toilet in less than two minutes flat.
Dammit.
That makes me sound like such a shitty prospect for a boyfriend. Even wanting to be a boyfriend is somewhat of a new concept for me.
Growing up in a huge family pack was chaotic, but it was also rewarding. There was always someone around when we needed them, and my dads all have such different personalities that they were able to help with different things.
I’ve always assumed Ravvi and I would end up in a pack together.
We’re too close not to.
He’s basically the only person in the world who knows how to handle me during a meltdown… Except, Cove did everything right the day I got overstimulated after our show. She kept me company, but didn’t push, and it was exactly what I needed at that moment.
“Damian.” Cove twists on Declan’s lap, and her glassy eyes meet mine over her shoulder.
She stretches out a hand, and my heart thumps rapidly as I take it. Her skin heats mine, making my eyes widen.
“Shit,” I whisper. “What’s going on? Why are you so hot?”
