Later.
Soon.
“Everything,” she breathes out, repeating my words. “Yeah, that’s a good way of putting it.”
CHAPTER 52
Mirabelle
Something is wrong.
Very wrong.
I thought the feeling I was having in my lower belly would go away after Rage and I were together, but it’s honestly only gotten worse over the past few days.
I’m curled up in the massive bed, practically buried by the blankets, but I still feel cold. My skin is starting to buzz and anything other than the softest fabrics drives me insane.
“Hey, Sweetheart, Ash and I are going to go to our fight now,” Griffin murmurs from beside the bed.
I peek my head out and flash the two of them a smile. “Okay! Good luck. I’m sorry I’m not feeling well.”
“It’s okay,” Griffin reassures. “We’ll still put on a good show without you watching.”
“You probably got sick from being around all those fuckin’ people at the last fight,” Ash says, before climbing into the bed and pressing his lips against mine in a quick kiss.
“Then you shouldn’t be kissing me!” I gasp.
“You’d have to be puking your guts out for me to not want tokiss you,” Ash says, letting out a small chuckle. “You look tired, Shortcake. Get some rest.”
I curl back into the blankets, tugging them over my head and enveloping myself in a cocoon. I don’t know why I’m so tired. I’ve been sleeping a lot, but it never seems to be enough.
I don’t know how long I’m asleep for, but when I wake up, it’s almost like I’m underwater.
“Holy shit, did you guys hear that?” Rowan asks.
“Turn it up,” Rage growls, his voice low.
“The Northside Police are asking for the public’s help in locating a missing omega. She’s described to be in her early twenties with red hair, green eyes, and a strawberry scent. Anyone with information is urged to contact the Omega Center or the police non-emergency tip line.”
“Holy fucking shit,” Rowan mutters. “They’re looking for her? How? Why?”
Rage lets out a snarl.
“They were doing raids on the facilities that kept omegas like her,” Rowan suggests. “Maybe they got details from the other omegas there?”
“I don’t like it,” Rage mutters.
“Mira, did you hear that?” Rowan asks softly. I feel the mattress dip beside me as Rowan peels back the layers and layers of blankets I’m curled under.
“Holy shit, you’re burning up!” He says.
I blink my eyes open, wincing at the overhead lights hitting my face. It almost feels like my eyelids themselves are swollen and hot.
“Fuck, something’s wrong.”
“What?” Rage asks, climbing into the bed on my other side.
“It... hurts...” I croak out, my mouth dry.
