Griffin shifts me on his lap, clinging to me desperatelyas he continues to bury his face in the crook of my neck. I rub my cheek along his skin, scent marking him so the only scent on his skin is my own.
“That trip must’ve been hard, huh?” I say, noticing the knuckles on one of his hands are a faint pink.
They’re not bloody, like they are after training, but I’m pretty sure Griffin still hit something. Probably someone.
“It was,” he says, his voice strained.
“Well, it’s not going to be hard anymore. You made it back! And you got everything we needed. Good job, Griffin.”
He lets out a soft chuckle, his hot breath tickling my skin. “You’re amazing, you know that Sweetheart? Didn’t know someone as nice as you existed. My family sucks.”
“They really fuckin’ do,” Ash says, coming in through the door. “Griffin’s actual kid brother is an asshat, so looks like we lucked out with you, kid,” he says to Rowan.
Rowan offers him a strained smile in return.
I stiffen in Griffin’s lap,eyeing the omega who enters warily.
Her hair is tied up in a messy bun and she’s wearing a large baggy t-shirt, but there’s just something about the way she carries herself that leaves me a little intimidated.
Maybe it’s her makeup.
It’s flawless. Smooth skin, red lips, glitter around her eyes. Her scent is a sugary sweet maple syrup.
Even though Griffin reassured me he’s had no sort of interest in a woman like her, I can’t help the wave of insecurity that washes through me.
“Hi sweetie,” She says, smiling at me. The lines around her eyes are a testament to how she must smile a lot. I don’t have memories of my time before the facility, but it’s distinctly... maternal. “My name’s Roxie. What’s your name?”
“Hi,” I answer. “I’m Mirabelle.”
“Nice to meet you, Mirabelle,” she says, putting down the plastic bags she’s carrying down onto the floor. “Looks like you’ve had a prettyrough night. I’m going to wash my hands real quick, but you should fill me in on what I need to look at first.”
I think I like her. She should probably ask Griffin or Ash, but she’s making a point to talk to me before my guys.
I like her.
I’ve never been the type to fight with the other omegas at the facility. There were a few girls who were like that, but I didn’t like wasting my time fighting over small things. But I’ve also never had something I think is worth fighting over.
So I’m glad she’s not making this difficult.
“Well, Rowan’s the most hurt,” I say. “He got shot in the leg.”
“And what about you, Sweetie? I see some blood on you.”
“Oh, well, I was cut with a knife, but you should look at Rowan first,” I insist.
“You sure?” She says, digging through the bags and pulling out a couple first aid kits.
“I’m sure,” I nod, glancing up at Griffin to make sure I’m doing the right thing.
He nods and sends a wave of reassurance through the bond, easing my frayed nerves. I can wait as long as I need to if it means Rowan gets helped first.
“Hey Rowan,” Roxie says, leaning over him. “Gonna start taking all of this off so I can actually see what I’m looking at.”
“Sure, thanks,” Rowan says, nodding weakly.
“How long ago did this happen?”
“Maybe two hours?” Griffin answers.
