Mikael scoffs and pours himself a scotch, and I groan. “It’s ten in the morning.”
“And?”
“And we have a guest, and you’re being a dick.”
“I’m not being a dick to her.”
“Well, you’re certainly not being nice,” I reply. Anders hums in agreement.
“What do you want me to do, wait on her hand and foot and treat her like a princess?” Kinda, yeah, because that’s what I want to do.
“No, just be fucking friendly to someone for once.”
“Fine.” He shoots the scotch back in one go, and I wince.
The soft turn of the door and soft footsteps being followed by paws alert us to Charlotte’s arrival. She’s taken off her jacket, and it’s in her hand. I hold out an arm and throw it on the table next to mine. She winces, and her eyes look watery as she cups her boob. I shouldn’t look at her chest, but I do. She doesn’t have an overabundance, but I can’t deny that I like what I see.
“Everything okay?”
“It’s just bruised really bad. Do you have an ice pack?” She hardly even finishes the sentence before Anders is taking a bag of frozen pizza rolls out of the freezer.
“Come,” he says, holding out his hand and tugging the Omega back to the couch. He directs her to lie down, hands her the frozen pizza rolls, and proceeds to cover her in a faux fur blanket. What in the fuck is going on here?
Mikael comes back to the room handing Anders the Tylenol and water, which Charlotte takes without a fuss.
“I’m sorry,” she says.
“What the fuck are you sorry for?” Mikael says, and I want to smack him on the back of the head.
“Imposing. I’ll leave just as soon as this headache goes away.” I see the smugness fall off Mikael’s face. Meanwhile Anders looks like he has a unibrow with how furrowed his eyebrows are.
“You’re fine,mon sucre d’érable.” After he says it, it looks like Mikael wants to slap himself as he walks away and heads to his bedroom.
“That wasn’t English, right?” Charlotte asks concerned.
“It was French.”
“Good, thought I was losing it.” Hank gives no fucks as he jumps onto the leather coach, taking up the second half and resting his head on the Omega’s thighs. “Sorry, is it okay that he’s up here?”
Even if I cared, which I couldn’t give a fuck, I wouldn’t deny her if she wanted her dog to cuddle her.
“He’s fine. Can I get you anything else?”
Her cheeks heat, and she shakes her head no. Anders clears his throat and bends down on his haunches to be at eye level with the Omega.
“What do you need, Omega?” he asks. It’s so soft, if it wasn’t dead silent in here, I wouldn’t have heard it. Charlotte whines, and for whatever reason, it has a direct connection with my dick. I clear my throat and sit on the Lazy Boy, throwing a knitted blanket over my crotch.
“I was going to eat before I got hit in the tit with that puck,” she says, and I cover my mouth, trying not to laugh. She isn’t even trying to be funny, but something about the way she words things is hilarious to me.
“I’ll get you something. Here’s the remote,” Anders says, giving her a once over before heading to the kitchen.
“I should get the shit kicked out of me more often,” she whispers, and I lose it, laughing loudly and gaining a grin from the gorgeous Omega lying on my couch.
Chapter six
The“cabin”smellsamazing.I’d probably give it a much fancier word than cabin, but that’s what Eli called it. He’s watching me from the chair he’s sitting in and good fucking gracious, he’s hot. He’s tall, probably a little over six foot, with reddish brown hair on his head, stubble around his cheekbones and chin, and green eyes so deep they look like a forest. And a beautiful speckling of freckles on his face that go down his neck and under his shirt. His white shirt is ridiculously tight. If the blanket was just a little lower, I could see his nipples poking against the fabric.
Jesus, when did I become so feral? I can usually admire Alphas for what they are—big. It’s clear that Eli is used to affluence, but something about him reads differently from the Alphas at Mercy. The Alphas there scream privilege. Me being an Omega is something that they think they are owed, and I’ve used that to my advantage when I needed something from them. But this soft care isn’t something I’ve ever been graced with in my experience with Alphas. His green gaze glances over at me until he quickly looks back at the television.
