“Fucking hell,” Griffin pants. “That was the best thing in the fucking world.”
He wraps his arms around the torso of my limp body, leaning over on the bed and spooning himself behind me. The movement makes his knot tug inside me and a small whine leaves the back of my throat.
“Shit, sorry, sweetheart,” he murmurs into my hair.
“It’s okay,” I say, nuzzling into the arms he has wrapped around me.
My vision is clearer than it’s been in forever, but I still feel anuneasy level of heat pulsing inside of me. I don’t think my heat is over yet.
“I still feel it.” I reach out to Rowan, my brows drawn down in concern and confusion. Isn’t getting knotted supposed to fix this terrible feeling I still have inside of me?
“Your heat will probably last a few more days, if things go well,” Rowan murmurs, climbing onto the bed and curling himself around my other side.
“Oh.”
“We’ll take care of you, though,” Griffin murmurs. “We’ll make sure to keep the pain at bay. Just get some rest, sweetheart. Your body is exhausted.”
“Okay,” I say, my eyes already fluttering shut. “Thank you both.”
“Of course, Sugar. We’re just glad we can help,” Rowan says.
CHAPTER 34
Rowan
Every muscle in my body is fucking sore. Hell, I have muscles I didn’t even know existed that’re in pain right now.
It’s dawning on me why it’s common practice for omegas to have entire packs ofalphasas their heat companions. As a beta, I physically feel like I can’t keep up. Especially since it’s only Griffin helping her through her heat.
And the guy’s a fucking athlete. It’s obvious in every hard line of his body. But he’s exhausted too.
When I’m not in her nest helping her out, I’m making sure they both stay fed and hydrated. Tough, considering during the downtime from the pain after Mirabelle takes Griffin’s knot, all she wants to do is sleep.
“You’re telling me she’s still not out of the woods?” I whisper through my teeth, my eyes narrowing on the doctor.
Griffin’s jaw ticks as he stares at Dr. Stetson, Mirabelle wrapped in his arms, a soft, fuzzy blanket wrapped around both of them. A soft snore passes her lips as she sleeps, oblivious of the tension in the room.
“It’s been a fucking week,” Griffin growls. “Shouldn’t her heat have broken already?”
“It should have,” Dr. Stetson nods, running a tired hand through his hair. “But there are a lot of things that should’ve and shouldn’t have happened to her recently. Her temperature still hasn’t gone down. Is she still in pain?”
“Less,” I answer, perching myself on the corner of her nest, my hand resting by her gorgeous long hair. I’ve spent a decent bit of the downtime we have brushing through it and making sure it doesn’t get all matted and tangled.
Seems Griffin and I have something in common, considering how we both like our hands in her hair.
“But she’s still in pain,” I continue. “She gets breaks though.”
“How long?” Dr. Stetson asks.
“Around six or seven hours?”
“Not long enough to show it’s going to break on its own, especially considering she’s been stuck in this state for this long.”
“Well, then, what the hell are we supposed to do?” Griffin asks, his voice low. He rests a possessive hand around Mirabelle’s waist, tugging her closer into his side. She nuzzles into him with the motion, a soft, satisfied sigh leaving her lips.
Dr. Stetson stares at the two, a strange look crossing his expression.
“Her hormones are all out of whack right now, and without giving her proper medical attention and extensive hormone therapy, there’s really only one solution I can think of. One that’s the closest thing to a guarantee, I guess, though like everything, it may not work, so?—“
