“Thank fucking God,” I hear Alexi say next to me, his big brown eyes trained on me.
“Hey,” I say softly, and he pushes some hair out of my face.
“Hey, how are you feeling?”
“Like I got hit by a bus, but also better than ever.”
“So you’re not going to run to the doctor today to have your bond removed?” I give him a shitty look and a groan, and he laughs.
“I figured as much based on how you treated me during your heat when I brought it up.”
I scrub a hand over my face and look around.
“Where’s Piper?”
“Taking a shower.”
“How many days has it been?” He swallows and looks away. “Alexi, how many days has it been?”
“Seven.”
I blink at him. His face is blank like he’s trying to not give anything away.
“We’ve missed two playoff games?” He nods but doesn’t say anything else. “How bad is it?” He shakes his head like he doesn’t want to answer. “Alexi, how fucking bad is it?”
“We’re down two nothing in the series,” he says dryly.
“When's game three?”
“Tomorrow.”
I’m off the bed in a second, slightly disoriented, and Alexi groans.
“I’ve got to hydrate and get ready. We’re not missing another game.”
“You’re exhausted from your heat. You barely ate and drank. I’m not even sure how you still are producing cum with how dehydrated you must be.”
“I don’t care. I’ll get hydrated. I’ll get an IV.”
He shakes his head and scratches his beard. Now that we’re in the playoffs, he won’t be trimming or shaving it. I simply just can’t grow much of a beard, so it’s not an issue. It definitely won’t be an issue if we don’t figure out a way to make it to tomorrow's game.
“Wait, why does the team think we’re not there?”
“Stomach flu,” he says, shrugging his shoulders, and I tilt my head. Not the worst excuse to give.
“We’re not missing game three,” I say sharply, and Alexi groans and flops back on the bed. He looks fucking exhausted, and I feel guilty.
“Okay, I just need some rest.”
“Thank you for covering for me, and taking care of me, and always looking out for my well-being. That’s what a pack Alpha does. I’m sorry if I was a dick to you during my heat.”
He laughs and throws an arm over his eyes. “Besides when you were mad at me, it was the best week of my life.”
I roll my eyes and get back on the bed. Sleep does sound pretty fucking awesome.
“You know, I would have been happy to have your mark on me too,” I say shyly.
He moves his arms and shifts on his side to look at me, his hand going to the back of my head to rub the nape of my neck.
