I surge through the main doors of the building when I hit rewind again. I can barely see where I’m going. I’m so focused on watching the screen that I don’t realize I’m already racing past the rink as she staggers around the kitchen at high speed.
My panic explodes into full-on fear. If she’s hurt, if I left her alone because I couldn’t handle seeing her, and something’s wrong…
Ollie suddenly disappears behind the counter, and I speed back to where she enters the kitchen.
My feet pound on the road as I sprint toward the parking lot five blocks. I can’t run and watch at the same time. I’m caught between my need to see what’s happening and find out if she’s safe, and the urge to get to my fucking truck.
I slow down, one eye on the sidewalk as I keep jogging. It’s the middle of the day, so I only have to dodge a few people as I bolt for one of the lots farthest from the fucking rink.
Just like that time I caught myself sleepwalking, I play it from the beginning. I don’t know if I’m panting from running, or from the fear that she’s hurt.
It looks normal enough. She’s gathering up the cooking materials she brought with her when she first moved in. I offered to buy her brand new things, but she said she’s happier with her ‘comforts’, as she called them.
Until she suddenly tips over with a silent yell as she vanishes behind the counter. I must have cleared the blocks, because I stop at the edge of the parking garage, pushing the phone to my face, trying to see where she’s gone as more pots roll away.
I can’t breathe as her hand appears from behind the counter, and she drags herself along the floor, clutching at her stomach.
The second I see her crying out in pain, I run.
I glance at the time stamp, and it was only twenty minutes ago.
My body is screaming, all sides of my messed-up personality telling me to get the fuck home and back to my omega.
I speed up the video, barely paying attention to where I’m going as I watch her.
Rushing between the hundreds of cars, I swear at myself for parking on the top floor. Though how the fuck was I supposed to know this would happen?
Speeding up the video again, I watch her drag herself off-screen into the living room, but I need to find out where she went next.
I flick to the camera on the stairs, and more blankets have been dragged up there, so I have to assume she’s going to her nest.
My muscles screaming, I finally spot my green car, and I pick up speed, running straight with my eyes fixed on my phone.
I switch to the live corridor camera, rewinding it with panic choking me, until she finally appears. My eyes widen as I press pause to see her fallen against the door of my bedroom with blankets and pillows in her arms.
“Fuck, no. What are you doing?” I gasp as I finally reach my car.
I press play just to watch her scrabble for the handle and drag herself inside.
The last thing I see is the end of a blanket as she disappears off-screen.
The camera in my bedroom is still on 24/7 because of the maple syrup pillow incident, and it’s the only place I haven’t looked.
I pull my car keys out of my pocket, and my thumb’s on the unlock button when I switch to my bedroom camera.
Gasping, they slip from my fingers, clattering to the ground by my feet.
I choke as I tip forward. My hand slams against the side of my car as a cry tears from me, my gaze on my phone.
Because my omega is there, she’s lying on my bed. But she isn’t cuddled up in my duvet like I imagined she would be.
My throat is dry as I watch her writhe on her knees in the center of my bed, with the ass I’ve been dreaming about up in the air.
Her cheek pressed into the duvet, facing the fucking camera as if she knows it’s there.
“Fuck!” I groan as she rocks her hips, the bed shaking along with her. Ollie’s mouth is open, with her eyes glazed over, and one of my shirts bunched in her fist.
I can almost feel her pleasure burning through me as I watch my omega rock against the dildo she’s fed between her legs.
