The very idea of friendships made her want to throw up.
“Looking a little green there,” Kara said, no sympathy in her voice.
“I think I’ve reached my limit of sisterhood.”
Kara let out a laugh that said, no, she didn’t feel sorry at all for Alison, the bitch. She called over to Tiffany. “Goodtime gal here needs to throw up. Can you show her the bathroom?”
Alison rolled her eyes at the way the entire party ground to a halt around her. Being the center of attention was something shehated, and yet there she was, the spectacle.
“Are you not feeling well?” Trent was the first over to her. He pressed his hand to her forehead as though to check for a temperature.
Alison shoved his hand off, but a sharp look made her go still. Thelastthing she wanted was to risk a punishment—or even a sharp word—in front of the others. She couldn’t imagine living down the hit to her reputation if Daniel decided to threaten to spank her ass, or the way her cheeks would always heat and her breath would quicken when he did.
Trent felt her head again. “No fever.” He crouched. “Are you sick, pet?”
Kara snorted at the name before walking away.
“No. I didn’t sleep well, and I need to go to the bathroom. Kara’s just a little…colorful.”
Trent pressed his lips together, as if he wasn’t sure whether to believe her or not.
However, Tiffany bumped into him as though he wasn’t a good hundred pounds heavier than her and pure muscle. “Come on, I’ll show you where my bathroom is. Stop hovering, Trent, she’s fine. Probably too much sun, since you’ve all had her cooped up in that house for over a month.”
Trent lifted his lip as if to snarl at Tiffany, but seemed to think better of it. Snarling at mates, even without any malice, could easily spark a fight between alphas.
Tiffany again took Alison’s hand, as she had when she’d arrived, and tugged her toward the house. Tiffany guided her past the guest bathrooms downstairs, going to the second floor and into what was clearly her room.
“Don’t you sleep with the alphas?”
Tiffany glanced around the room decorated with flowers and bright painting. “What? Oh, yeah. This is the room where I keep my stuff and where I usuallysleep. Kieran, Kane and Marshall each have their own room, but usually one or all of them end up in here.”
Which explained the massive bed. It looked as large as two kings up against each other.
How does someone even find a bed that big?
Before she could think too much about it, Tiffany guided her through the room to her private bathroom. It was bright, done in mostly whites and marble. “There’s medicine in thedrawer if you have a headache or anything, and feel free to jump in the shower if you just need to rinse off from the sun.” Tiffany offered a sweet smile. “Or if you want a bit of privacy where people can’t hover.”
Alison closed the door behind Tiffany after a quick ‘thank you’. Just getting away from the party had already helped settle her stomach and her nerves.
It again told herthiswasn’t a place for her. Even if she pretended she was capable of and wanted a relationship with the alphas, this entire friendship-and-family thing was something she lacked the skills—and possibly the genes—for.
She thought about her family, about her uncaring father, about her beaten-down mother, and the truth was that she didn’t know anything about how to behave or form connections like the ones between these people.
Daniel, Kyle and Trent might have already become part of this group, but she never would.
Yet another reason why we’d never work out.
She opened the drawer Tiffany had pointed to, and sure enough, a pharmacy’s worth of medication was there, all labeled and organized.The benefit of being mated to a doctor.
She found the pills for her headache, but before she grabbed them, her gaze caught on something else.
A blue box, one of six stacked together.
Pregnancy tests.
Was Tiffany trying?
She seemed far too young to be a mother, and yet some omegas got pregnant far earlier. Or perhaps they had the tests just in case, to check after a heat.
