My eyes lock on his throat where I know my bite sits hidden behind his collared shirt. “I bit you without asking.”
“You did.”
“I know. And that makes me an asshole. Like your whole life is ahead of you, and now I’ve mustered my way into it. What if we don’t get along?”
“What if we do? What if by you acting without thought was the best thing to ever happen to me? You’re being a bit presumptuous that it’s going to be a bad experience for the both of us.”
“So, you’re not concerned?”
“I didn’t say that but at the same time I already know it’s not the worst thing to happen in my life.”
“Really?”
“Without belittling the situation or condoning your actions, being bitten by you really is not the worst, besides we’re both adults. I’m sure we’ll be able to work through issues as they arise. Although I have to be straight up, if you’re a gold digger, I’m sorry… you bit the wrong Alpha. I’ve got nothing. Barely two bucks in the bank, and my pack is about the same. We’re down the bottom of the Pack ladder.”
“You really don’t know who I am, do you?” As soon as I finish speaking I realise how goddamn condescending I sound. “See, case in point, I am an asshole.”
“Look, I’m going to put it out there and say fate works in mysterious ways. What if I am exactly what you need and vice versa. It doesn’t really matter who you are as a name, it matters more who you are as a person.”
“Would you stop!” I throw my hands up, frustrated and also giddy with happiness; the conflicting emotions swirling around inside me are like a tornado.
“Pardon?” He stammers confused.
“You’re a little too perfect.” I explain, desperately trying to use my indoor voice despite my zig-zagging emotions. The Omega mothers would be so proud of me about now.
“I assure you I am far from perfect. So how about we say screw it all and see what happens?” He holds his hand out to me, like you see in romance movies. He wants me to throw caution tothe wind and jump all in on us being together in a three second meeting but in truth that’s exactly what I did with King.
My hand slides into his, and just like that I’m on my way to having a pack. What a fucking weird day.
Chapter
Eighteen
TYSON
The both of us turn to stare at the door when the electronic lock starts to deactivate.
“How old is this hospital? Surely, that’s a safety risk,” she says without taking her eyes off the door. The noise it makes is concerning.
I stay watching her. She really is very pretty. Her face is familiar, and I haven’t been able to figure out where I know her from yet, and despite me introducing myself a while ago we haven’t covered her name either. For an Omega, she’s uncharacteristically confident although it’s hard to decipher if she is actually different from other Omegas or if I’m getting sidelined by our undeniable connection. I mean, it’s not unusual for partners to wear rose-coloured glasses but at the same time I think she’s an absolute package: legs for fucking days, a presence that comforts me one minute and winds me up to near feral the next, but it’s her sunny personality that has me weak at the knees. And for someone who’s had a lot of fucking black days, it’s another confirmation of how right fate got her.
She squeezes my hand when I take too long to answer her question about how old the hospital is. “Impatient much?”
“Me?” she asks seriously, although the teasing sparkles in her blue eyes betrays her sassiness.
“Yeah you.” I tug her to a stop when she goes to take a step towards the door, stretching around her to open it up.
The corridor is different from not that long ago. The hum of noise you associate with hospitals has returned as people start moving frantically around again, along with light spilling back from all the doors opening up. It is a different place.
“Where do you have to go?” I ask before taking another step. The hallway leads off in a few directions, and since I’m needed at the award presentation stat, the quicker I can get her where she needs to be the faster I can get done what I need to.
“Umm,” she bites her lip suddenly anxious, and my thumb is pulling it out of her teeth before she can do any real damage. Something about what I said has her almost acting coy in front of me. And this little firecracker is not coy.
“Does this have to do with who you are?” I ask insistently but gently, trying to figure out what we’re working with without spooking her or pissing her off.
“Kind of?” she answers with a question, a small hint of colour hitting her cheeks accentuating her beauty.
Before she can explain herself further there’s a rush of movement as several of the hospital security team spill into the corridor closely followed by members of the Board and two very serious looking guys staring at us.
