“How’re you doing, Sweetheart?” Griffin says.
“What kinda fuck-ass question is that?” Ash huffs. “She probably feels like shit.”
“Yeah, I—I don’t feel great, right now,” I say. “Please—please, when are you getting back?”
My voice is small and shaky. The question floats through the air, like a delicate moth with a broken wing.
I don’t think I can take it if I don’t have them with me soon.
“We’ll head back right the fuck now,” Ash growls.
“Are you sure?” I whimper, curling into Rage’s lap.
“Of course, Sweetheart,” Griffin murmurs. “We’re heading out right now. We’ve already won the first round.”
“Screw this fighting ring, you’re more important, Shortcake,” Ash adds. “You two better take care of her while we head back. We’ll be there soon.”
His voice is decidedly more harsh when addressing Rowan and Rage, but I don’t have the energy to correct him and encourage him to be kinder.
“Of course,” Rowan answers, running a shaking hand through hishair.
“You’ve done this before, kid,” Griffin says over the line. “You’ve got this.”
There’s a slam of a car door in the background of the call. The noise makes a sigh of relief leave my lips.
I reach out towards Rowan, wiggling my arms from out of the blanket cocoon I’m wrapped in.
“Please, Rowan, it hurts,” I whine.
“What the fuck’re you still doing on the call? Go help her!” Ash snarls before he hangs up and the line goes dead.
Rowan quickly chucks his phone to the foot of the bed, crawling closer to me.
“Okay,” Rowan says, taking a deep breath. “We’re gonna take care of you, Sugar, you won’t have anything to worry about.”
“What... do we do?” Rage growls, tugging me into his arms and burying his face in the crook of his neck.
“Well, last time, a bond mark bite worked, so I assume that’s what we try this time.”
Rage lets out a satisfied growl, his large hands spanning across my hips.
Rowan leans down and brushes his lips against mine, his hands drifting to the hem of my t-shirt and lifting it up.
“Clothes off?” He murmurs against my lips.
“Please,” I whimper. Anything against my skin grates against me like sandpaper.
“You poor thing,” he murmurs, rubbing his chest as if he can feel an ache there. “We’ll fix this.”
“Will—will my heats always be like this?” I gasp, a hand drifting between my legs and grinding against my slick soaked, throbbing flesh. My entire body is starting to ache, but especially there. “It—it kind of sucks.”
Rowan flashes me a sad smile.
“It shouldn’t feel like this, no. I don’t know why your heats have been so messed up.”
My lower lip wobbles and tears sting at the backs of my eyes. Idon’t know whether it’s the hormones flooding my system or something, but I feel so terribly overwhelmed with everything.
“Stop it,” Rage snarls. “You’re... upsetting her.”
