Santo reads the room as he comes in and begins to get dressed without asking questions. Levon grabs him and presses his mouth to his ear, speaking quietly to catch him up.
“Dad just said they wanted him to eat healthier and that they were worried about something they’d seen on his tests,” Caelia explains, searching for socks and boots.
This room is a huge mess, but we’ll deal with it later.
“I found one,” I grunt, handing her the boot. It takes a little time, but we’re finally able to get dressed. We all showeredbefore we passed out when her heat finally broke, yet I’m certain we still reek of sex.
Caelia pulls her hair up into a bun, grabs her phone, and calls a ride share.
“We’re coming with you,” I say, chasing her across the apartment. “Caelia?—”
“It’s not your fault,” she says, shaking her head as tears slip down her face. When she gasps out a sob, I pull her into a hug.
“Your boss is being manipulated by his daughter,” Santo complains. “She was really fucking rude to you after the game.“
“Clarice has been looking for a reason to get me fired,” Caelia says, swiping at her tears. “I’m really just worried about Dad.”
“You’re right. The dickhead wouldn’t even tell me why your father was in the hospital,” I grumble, picking up the keys to usher everyone out.
Santo is on his phone as we run down the stairs, walking out onto the sidewalk as the car arrives.
“Well, I refuse to let this happen,” Santo says, pocketing his phone.
“What did you just do?” Caelia asks, opening the door to the back seat.
“You’ll see,” he says cryptically, helping her in. “No one fucks with my omega without consequences.”
The driver glances nervously at me as I get into the car and I shrug, motioning for him to get moving. On the heels of Santo’s words, nothing else is necessary.
Wincing when he slams on the gas, I check the back where Levon is buckling Caelia’s seatbelt. This is going to be a really stressful fucking drive.
CAELIA
I feel like I’m moving both too slow and too quickly. It’s disquieting, and I can’t stop crying. I was out of contact for three fucking days, and now my life is going up in flames.
As soon as the car stops, I push on Levon’s shoulder to get him to move faster. I’m trapped in between my alphas, and while I was perfectly happy before with this arrangement, I need to find my dad. Levon moves quickly for such a large alpha, I’m simply impatient.
His hand envelops mine, helping to ground me as his large steps force me to take several quick ones to keep up. However, it means we’re closer to finding my dad, so I refuse to complain. Santo and Miles flank us on either side, and Miles points out the receptionist desk.
Moving in that direction, Levon clears his throat once we’re in front of her so she’ll look up.
“Hi, I received a phone call that my father had been admitted here,” I explain. “I don’t know why, and I’m running on very limited information.“
Her bored expression melts away as she nods, becoming more compassionate. “What’s his name, darlin?”
“Curtis Freedman,” I reply, my fingers drumming on my thigh. I’m attempting to hide my impatience, but I doubt the energy I’m giving off will allow that.
“He’s on a cardiac unit, third floor,” she says, pushing badges that say ‘visitor’ toward us. “You can go right up.“
“Thank you,” I gush, snatching a badge. Levon grabs one as well, pulling me in the direction of the elevator. Even not bonded, he can feel how desperate I am.
I’m practically running to keep up with him by the time he punches the call button with his finger.
“Levon, take a breath,” Miles orders.
“I can’t,” he mutters. “She’s so upset.”
Miles wraps his arms around my waist, burying his face in my throat as he purrs for me. My body sags in his arms, and I sob as he holds me.
