“Just yourself,” Otto said with a small smile, “and maybe some answers to those questions we keep getting interrupted during.”
“Oh, um, I’ll try.” The lump was back and this time swallowing wasn’t helping. “But no food?”
Otto shook his head. “Naw. The hospital food is fine.” He laughed. “Better than prison food was, anyway.”
That was Otto's first reference to anything in his past and it left me wondering if his memories were starting to return. My stomach lurched at the thought and my cheeks tightened with the effort of keeping the smile in place.
“Better hurry, Dex, or your dad might think I forgot to tell you he was waiting,” Myke prodded.
“Yeah, of course. Thanks, Myke.” I bolted for the door. “See you later, Otto.”
The last thing I heard as the door swung closed behind me was Otto’s confused voice calling out that he loved me.
I was so absolutely fucked.
~*~
Otto
When the door closed behind Dex, I shifted on the bed to sit upright, leaning against the odd metal headboard.
“You need anything?”
I shook my head and studied him. I was pretty sure I didn’tknowthe other Alpha but something in my gut told me that I knew him at least a little bit, I just didn’t know how or from where.
“Okay,” Kravets seemed friendly enough, open and non-aggressive but the bear snarling in the back of my mind assured me that I didn’t like him.
“I don’t like you,” I blurted out, huffing in annoyance at myself. “Sorry. I..”
Kravets laughed and shrugged it off. “Well, last time we saw each other you thought I was hitting on Dex, so, yeah, that tracks.”
Okay, that was one mystery down.
“You weren’t, though?” I asked, raising a brow.
Kravets shook his head. “Naw. He was in a bar by himself. Some guy was hassling him, so I hung out as pest control. Then you came in and got all pissy about us being together, yada yada.”
Okay, why the hell would my husband be in a bar alone? I flashed back to Dex’s bare finger and a knot formed in my stomach. “When was that?”
“A few weeks ago, I guess? Maybe a month and a half? I’d have to think about it.”
“I see.” I totally didn’t see but I wasn’t sure what to say. “Why did you want to see me?”
Kravets gave me another friendly smile and launched into an explanation of how the court had ordered him appointed as a guardian since I didn’t have any next of kin and was unable to make my own decisions while I was in a coma.
“Wait,” I interrupted. “Myhusbandisn’t my next of kin?”
Kravets cleared his throat. “You mean Dexter?”
I nodded.
“You and Dexter aren’t married,” Kravets said quietly. “I assume you remember from ABO biology class in school that an Omega who is sick or injured can sometimes heal faster if they are in the presence of an Alpha?”
I nodded again.
“It works the same for Alphas,” Kravets said with a shrug. “One of the nurses noticed an increase in your brain activity when Dexter was in the room, so the doctor suggested that he spend as much time as possible with you to aid in your healing and Dexter agreed. Who told you that you were married?”
I tried to find the answer but all I could remember was a conversation Iheard while I was floating in the darkness. “I’m not sure. Maybe nobody.” I closed my eyes in concentration and finally reopened them, shaking my head. “I think I just heard a nurse refer to me as Dex’s husband.”
