“Just spit it out, Doc,” Griffin snaps, his dominance rolling off him in waves.
Despite Dr. Stetson’s status as an alpha, he stiffens under the force of it.
“Sorry. Yes, of course. The one option I think we have forstopping this unnatural heat is for Mirabelle to receive the bond mark from an alpha.”
The room goes silent. Well, silent except for the sound of Mirabelle’s soft breathing.
A bond mark. That’s the only way to save Mirabelle.
Binding a girl who has had no experience in the real world to an alpha for life.
“It’s the only way?” Griffin asks slowly.
“Yes. I wouldn’t say something like this if I weren’t serious,” Dr. Stetson nods.
“I’ll do it.”
Griffin’s words have a flare of jealousy so fucking big and overwhelming that if I weren’t already sitting, I probably would’ve fallen on my ass.
I’ve already felt useless during this heat. Sure, I can help give Mirabelle orgasms, but Griffin’s knot and his alpha pheromones are the only things that give her any actual sense of long-lasting relief.
Maybe I’m just being stupid. Mirabelle hasn’t actually done anything to make me feel left out. If anything, she makes me feel included, reaching out to me, asking me to hold her, thanking me for brushing her hair.
But there’s still that gnawing fucking insecurity I can’t shake, no matter how many times I bury my head between her thighs and make her come so hard she tries to break my head like a watermelon. She’s got impressive strength for an omega as small as she is.
“But we need to wake her up and see what she has to say about it. I won’t do it if she doesn’t want to. We’ll find another way,” Griffin continues, shaking me out of my fog.
“Of course. She deserves the right to choose. God knows she’s already had so much of her autonomy taken away from her,” Dr. Stetson says.
“You got any thoughts, kid?” Griffin asks.
My gazejerks up to him, from Mirabelle’s sleeping form, and my eyes go wide.
“Me?” I’m so caught off guard I actually point at myself.
“Yeah, you. Who else would I be talking to,” Griffin says, letting out a little huff of laughter.
Despite the challenges of this past week, both physically, mentally, and emotionally, Griffin hasn’t made me feel like shit about things.
At least not on purpose. And I’m seriously grateful. I don’t think I could take being the water boy while constantly worrying about Mirabelle’s health on top of the physical exhaustion if it were anyone but Griffin.
If I were being yelled at by Ash, or if I weren’t able to communicate with Rage as well, I probably would’ve lost my mind a while ago.
“Earth to Rowan. You good?” Griffin asks, waving a hand in front of my face.
I shake my head, bringing myself back down to reality.
“Shit, sorry. I think if she consents to it, then we should at least try. I trust the Doc’s opinion. If he says this is the best shot we’ve got, then this is the best shot we’ve got.”
Dr. Stetson nods and pulls out his phone. “I will go call your father. He’s been wanting an update.”
“Need me to talk to him with you?” I ask, shifting my weight and getting ready to stand.
“No. It’s fine. He’ll just have to accept that this is the only option guaranteed to work. He’ll probably have some complaints, but a bonded omega is better than a dead one. Or at least that’s the perspective I hope he’ll take.” Dr. Stetson lets out a tired sigh. “I’ll be out in the living room.”
“Let me know if there’s anything you need, Doc. We’ll talk to Mirabelle.”
He leaves Griffin and I alone with Mirabelle, shutting the door to thebedroom closed.
