“You wanted to see me?”
Chapter 20
Auryn
Olly looks at me curiously, his face slightly pale as he clears his throat.
The last thing I want is for him to feel awkward about what happened earlier, when he…dislodged me from my alpha.
My alpha.The words settle in my brain, and I’m acutely aware of them. It should be startling, and I should feel some anger, something not so…content.
I let him bite me. Let himclaimme. What the fuck was I thinking?
But even as uncomfortable as the thought makes me, knowing I’mhis…it settles those thoughts. I know no matter what, my alpha has me. He’ll protect me. I know it the same way I know Olly will tell me the truth. About who I am. About how much of me they’ve erased.
He bites his lip before turning around, giving me his back as he walks to the far counter, fiddling with test tubes and his microscope.
“Yes, I…uh…would like to run a few more tests, so I would like to collect some samples from you if you are, uh…willing to give them to me.”
He says the words as if he is uncomfortable, and something inside of me aches. I don’t want him to be uncomfortable.
Do I make him uncomfortable? Panic strikes me.
“Anything,” I say, taking a step closer to him. “Whatever you need, you can have.”
There is a tense pause as he looks up from his counter, his gaze catching me.
“I mean, if it’ll help you figure out what’s wrong with me—”
“There’s nothing wrong with you.” The way he says the words are like he’s trying to convince himself that nothing’s wrong withhim.
I take another step closer, and another, but he moves. He evades me.
“Am I making you uncomfortable?” I ask. “Do you want me to leave, I—”
He sighs, taking off his lab coat with a grimace and popping the button on top of his shirt, pulling at the collar as he grunts out a sound so close to a whine, I freeze.
I’ve never heard a man whine like that. Not that I have a lot of experience with betas, so for all I know this is normal, but…
Something tells me it isn’t.
Instinct, maybe. Still, whatever it is, the sound travels straight through me, lighting up my insides. My gaze settles on his fingers, tugging at his collar.
I’d been more than embarrassed that he had to see me and Gage stuck together. Mortified. Not only because it was embarrassing, but because…
I didn’t want him to think less of me. To judge me for giving into my heat. To judge me for letting Gage knot and claim me.
And then he’d touched me. I know he wasn’t trying to arouse me; he was trying to help, but I can’t deny that his touch did things to me. I was so close to coming, being stuffed with Gage’s cock while Olly touched me, it was hard as hell to keep my moans to myself. But I got the feeling if I showed any sort of interest, Olly would run for the hills.
Because I make him uncomfortable.
Because he doesn’t want me the way I want him.
He sighs, running those perfect, smooth, magic fingers through his hair as he shakes his head.
“Yes,” he says, quickly adding, “but not in a bad way.” He gives me a half-smile. “At least, I don’t think it’s bad, it’s just—”
“Different?” I ask as I approach him. He doesn’t move, but I can tell he’s nervous.
