I wish our bond were complete. But as a beta, I’m lucky that an omega found me worthy enough to be a companion for herheat. Being bonded to one? That’s something a lot of betas would sell their souls for.
And Mirabelle offered it up to me willingly.
Hell, she even fought the doctor, insisting that I be a part of things.
“You guys just gonna stand there and ignore me?” Jett snarls, drawing my attention back to him.
His eyes lock onto Mirabelle’s body. I don’t have to be able to feel her emotions through the bond to notice that she’s fighting the urge to tug her robe closed.
The twitch in her fingertips tells me that much.
She’s wearing the same lingerie and robe outfit as last time, except this time around, I ordered her a more conservative pair of heels. That way, she’s not risking breaking her ankle with every step.
A wave of possessiveness catches me off guard when I notice the way my brother’s gaze lingers on her chest.
It’s the same level of possessiveness I’d feel if I took a dose of the booster recently. Is this an aftereffect of the bond?
“We’re not ignoring you. Just making sure you’re not going to cause issues tonight, right?” I say, my voice low.
I hover in front of Mirabelle, doing my best to block the sight of her with my body.
“Shut the fuck up, Shitstain,” Jett snaps before wrenching the car door open with more force than necessary. “Father dearest already had his talk with me.”
He waves at the bruises on his face before rolling his eyes.
If that’s the only language Jett understands, I’m glad our dad could talk some sense into him.
“I can’t touch, but that doesn’t mean I can’t look.” He deliberately steps to the side, away from his car, to look at Mirabelle behind me.
Keep your cool. He’s just trying to piss you off.
His moldy scent and alpha dominance swirl around in the air around us, despite still being outside.
“That’s enough looking.” I wrench the passenger side door open, blocking Mirabelle from Jett’s view.
He rolls his eyes as Mirabelle climbs into the car. I keep an eye on her every move, cataloguing her shallow breaths, like she’s trying to get as little of Jett inside of her as possible.
She’s keeping herself together remarkably well, considering this was the first time she’s seen Jett since he drugged her.
I’m no stranger to violence, but sexual violence of any kind seems to be the kind that sinks its claws into all the crevices of your soul, lingering there forever. Even if he didn’t rape her, he still violated her. Especially because of the nature of a heat in general, let alone that heat from hell he forced her into.
“I’m starting to think this omega’s more trouble than she’s worth,” he hisses, narrowing his eyes on me.
We stare each other down, neither of us breaking eye contact to get into the car.
He’s surprised. I can see it. He expects me to cower.
Well, that’s not going to happen. I have amateto protect now.
“Why? ‘Cause you can’t take advantage of her the way you want to?”
“Oh, shut up. You can sound all high and mighty, but I know you’ve probably fucked her at this point. So if anyone’s taken advantage, it sure as shit isn’t me.”
He’s trying to provoke you. Stay calm. Stay fucking calm.
The time Mirabelle and I spent in her nest together was magical. He can’t taint that, no matter how hard he tries. Mirabelle wantedme. She still does.
She didn’t need to include me in anything at all, because of my status.
