Because he trusts me, or doesn’t see me as a threat? Or both. He doesn’t see me as a threat because he trusts me.Fuck.That’s why he let my blade graze his arm. He knew I wouldn’t do real damage. Not even I knew that…
See? He's definitely a witch.
“And for what it’s worth?” He glances back as he pulls the heavy hotel door open. “I’d burn everything down to punish the people that hurt you, Apollo.”
I don’t move as he leaves. I can’t. Not yet. Not with this fucking hard-on.
I’m turned on by Thor. An Alpha.
Fuck, my dick is so hard I’m seeing double, trying to breathe through the pulse in my knot.
Thoughts of Thor with Beau and Dream make my head spin. It gets worse when I imagine that apple-scented assholewatching.I’m stabbing him for sure now.Dream doesn’t want me to kill him, so I won’t. One little stab is enough.
Then I’ll know more about the kind of Alpha he is.
THOR
“Can you stop trying to stab me, please? That's four times in an hour, Apollo,” Hudson grumbles, rubbing his temples, keeping his eyes on the wily Alpha.
Apollo has impeccable aim, but Hudson is fast and keeps his distance. If Apollo was trying to do damage or even kill the Alpha, he would.
It’s been three days since we learned Hudson isn’t working with Scott like we thought. So why Apollo decided Wednesday is the best day to amplify his hostility, I’m not sure. Maybe he’s done observing and wants answers. When Hudson heads for the kitchen, I move.
“Let him stab you. He’s not going to do damage,” I say quietly, making sure Apollo can’t hear, out of range of the mics and earshot.
“He was aiming for my spinal cord,” Hudson hisses through clenched teeth.
“He’s testing you. To see how you’ll react to being stabbed. I’ve seen you dodge enough attempts without retaliating to know you’re not going to, even if he succeeds, so let him.”
Hudson’s clenched jaw tells me he wants to argue even before he opens it to ask, “How many times am I supposed to lethim stab me, exactly?” His eye twitches with the question, and if I weren’t a master at controlling myself, I’d laugh.
“He got me twice before he stopped.Mostly.” I shrug, grabbing water out of the fridge as cover.
Pretty sure he’s just flirting with me at this point…
“Fan-fucking-tastic.” Hudson sighs and cracks his neck, then his knuckles. “If you’re wrong, and I lose a finger, I’m biting yours off as payback, fucker.” He rolls his shoulders, then his neck, shaking off the tension.
“Noted.” I snort, following him back into the living room area.
The air in here is more tense than Hudson’s shoulders. Beau has been pacing for hours, and after days of watching him, it’s making me antsy. I can even scent his anxiety through the chemicals that disguise him as a Beta.
Apollo wrinkles his nose but says nothing, too focused on his laptop. He barely looks away long enough to swipe at Hudson from time to time. While Dream keeps frowning at the other Omega, frowning while she chews her bottom lip. I’m not sure how to help him. Or what he needs.
“Are you okay, Beau? Do you need to make a nest or something? Even through the chemicals, your scent is making me anxious, triggering my instincts,” Hudson asks, making the Omega freeze mid-step, his anxiety reaching new heights.
“I don’t nest. I mean…” Beau stammers, glancing at Dream, “I don’t know how to make one.” Grabbing a blanket off the back of the couch, he curls into a ball beside Dream. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to upset anyone.”
“Fuck, I didn’t mean to… I wasn’t—I need to go get some air,” Hudson grunts, stomping over to the balcony doors and slipping outside.
Omegas need to nest. Not even knowing how to by Beau’s age isn’t just rare, it’s unheard of. The urge to scoop him up is strong, but we’re not there yet, instincts or not.
“It’s okay, Beau,” Dream coos in a soothing tone, her scent blooming in the air. Comforting rose petals fill my lungs, and I relax slightly. “What’s bothering you?”
Beau nibbles his bottom lip and takes a quick peek at Apollo over his blanket. “I’m just feeling cooped up, I think.”
Beau’s voice is so small. While his scent hides everything that makes him Omega from the world, it doesn’t take away his instincts, only makes them harder to follow. Harder to understand.
“I know, it’s just safer for us to stay in as much as we can,” Dream explains, and even though Beau nods, he doesn’t look any better.
