“We got a problem,” he says, and in the background, I can hear the rest of the boys’ voices overlapping.
“No, you do,” I snap, and yeah, I’m pissed. One fucking night off is all I wanted.
“I get that, and I’d be sweet to deal, but Ace called. They got a visit by the Death Riders. A dirty attack that left us having to fly out next week and talk about rebuilding burnt down warehouses and flushing out rats. A couple of prospects got hit, one’s pretty bad.”
I sink down onto the edge of the bath and then listen to him rattle off a dozen reasons for me to leave. Ace is only one of a handful of people I would ever call on if I was in trouble, and I know I’m that to him too which means I’m hitting the road.
Hanging up, I open the door and have a quick shower.
Dressing back in my clothes, her sweetness still coats my skin. It’s all I can smell, and the taste of her pussy is ingrained on my lips.
“Killer,” I call her name as I nibble my way up and over her dips and curves, coming to her ear and sucking harder on her lobe. She doesn’t move an inch, and her breathing doesn’t change.
She’s out cold.
I search out a piece of paper and then write this woman the most words I think I’ve ever had to pen before I drop another kiss on the special spot on her neck. My teeth ache to make a claiming bite, but I wouldn’t mind her being awake for that part.
With a reluctance I haven’t felt for fucking eons, I unload her bags from my truck, hoping she wakes up before I pull the door closed behind me. But I can’t take her with me.
Before leaving, I visit Nancy and her asshole Alpha to arrange a few things.
Chapter
Five
TRISTAN
The first knock is easy to ignore, considering the ungodly time they came to check on me. Same with the second and the third, although I can’t actually confirm the time they knocked since I was refusing to open my eyes.
There came a point where the twisting knots in my stomach matched the racing thoughts, making it impossible to stay in blankets that were swamped by his scent.
I know he was real, my body pines for him. I’m trying hard not to focus on the twisting hollowness in my chest. One Alpha leaving in the middle of the night is not enough to break me. Despite the promises our bodies made, despite the deep sense of loss I feel, despite feeling even more exhausted and drained after reading his note, he won’t break me. But fuck, him disappearing hurt.
Even before they knock again, I’m opening the door with a practised smile on my face. And considering it’s what I get paid to do, that part of this is easy.
“Are you okay?” Without an introduction, the Omega starts her questioning.
And it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see she’s anxious and worried, even her lemonade scent is soured by it.
“I’m okay,” I answer quickly.
I’ve always been sensitive to people feeling uncomfortable, so I’m keen for her to feel better for both our sakes. Her eyes dart all over my face before I’ve even finished speaking.
I stay stock still while she checks me out, hoping to make it easier and get this part over and done with. She’s really thorough, so much so she has me triple checking myself.
You can actually scent the moment she decides I am okay. But all that does is open the door for her nurturing side to ooze out. “We were expecting you for breakfast. And now it’s past lunch, you must be famished. He asked us to bring you food, and …”
“Don’t worry, hedidleave me a note. It definitely sounds like he tried to wake me up, but I’ve had the busiest week and then, well we had a lot of fun last night if you know what I mean,” I laugh it off flippantly. Not at all ashamed that I was a very busy girl last night before crashing and sleeping like the dead. And I am definitely not telling her about the text.
Talk of my night makes her eyes jump to my throat, which is rude as fuck, but I lock my lips before I say something I regret.
Her Alpha reads my resting bitch face as something to worry about though, and he jumps into the slow speed train wreck happening. “I’m Jonah, and this is Nancy. And if Nance was thinking properly, she would have started by introducing herself and letting you know how glad we are to have you stay with us.”
“And I’m Tristan. I am sorry if I worried you by sleeping in late,” I say, reaching over and rubbing her arm eager for the both of them to see for themselves I’m fine and then leave me alone.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Do I not look okay?” I stammer. And while she might not mean to be offensive, the way she keeps asking the same question while inspecting me like a bug suggests differently. Andit has me wondering if I am in fact missing something pretty freaking huge.
