Geoffrey paled more but thankfully shut up.
“Come on, sugar,” Kyle tried. “We’re here now. We brought some friends of yours, too. It’s all over now.”
She swallowed, slowly, but when Geoffrey shifted, her gaze zeroed back in.
Fuck, it was like trying to talk down a snarling wolf who had already tasted his prey.
“No, pet, it’s fine. Don’t worry about him. He can’t do anything, now.” Why they were trying to save him, Trent wasn’t quite sure. The fucker deserved whatever she did to him.
But she wasn’t herself, and the last thing she needed was to live with the guilt of killing her father.
She wrapped a hand around his throat, squeezing for a long, terrifying moment before she moved off him.
He went to rise, but a sharp look from Daniel made him think better about it.
Alison came up slowly, her steps careful, studying Trent like she almost recognized him.
Her cheek was swelling, and her lip had been split. It seemed that was where the blood had come from. All in all, she wasn’t in terrible condition.
When she stood just before him, she inhaled, slowly.Good. Scents are written deeper than anything else.If anything could reach into that rage, could settle her, could draw her out of it, it would be smell.
Sure enough, her eyes fluttered closed and she crossed the last bit of space, wrapping her arms around him.
Blood soaked into his shirt, but he didn’t give a damn. He pulled her against his chest as Kyle and Daniel came closer, both doing the same, running their fingers through her hair, touching every visible inch as if to ensure she was okay.
He breathed her in deeply, unable to believe she was really safe.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Alison sat on the hard hospital exam table. Despite not being far along, she already felt unbearably uncomfortable.
The past two weeks had passed in a blur. FBI, police, the news. Everyone wanted her story.
They’d saved forty-eight omegas and had taken down the largest slavery ring in the country. With how well it had all gone, no one dared to come after any of them for something unsanctioned.
Kyle and Daniel had left the FBI—or they were let go, it wasn’t entirely clear. Or, at least, that was what Alison had heard.
She hadn’t seen them, not since Marshall had checked her out just after the warehouse, when he’d suggested she stay with him and Tiffany so he could keep an eye on her for the night.
She’d gotten a few text messages from the alphas, but they hadn’t tried to see her.
Was she an idiot? Had she misread everything? Maybe they’d been playing the entire time, enjoying an available omega who provided easy access.
She’d been the one to constantly say it would end after the case, so the last thing she’d expected was for them to pull back.
And yet…they had.
She hadn’t asked to see them, because the thought of being directly rejected by them was too damn scary.
So she waited, frustrated that when she finally knew what she wanted, she couldn’t have it. She wasn’t scared of it, had perfect clarity and now they decided to get cold feet.
Assholes.
The morning sickness had grown worse, and while she didn’t have to hide it anymore, she missed having them look after her. As much as she’d balked about the hovering, when she was crouched over a toilet, she would have given anything to hear Trent call her pet and run his fingers through her hair. Without Trent feeding her small bites, without Daniel growling out a threat when she didn’t drink enough, without Kyle wrapping her in a hug and forcing her to sit down and relax, she discovered she didn’t take great care of herself.
Staying with Tiffany for a few days had meant she still had alphas trying to order her around, but she could easily ignore them. It seemed she couldn’t get more than an hour or two before some alpha or omega was in her space, bothering her and trying to help her.
And yet the more she thought about those things she was losing, the more she sank into hopelessness at losing it.
