She had a large wool jumper in her hands, with the side rolled up, crouched down in front of me, and pulled it over my head.
“Arms,” she instructed, and I followed the command, allowing her to dress me.
She helped me to stand and assisted with a new pair of sweatpants and sneakers.
After I was dressed, she shouldered the backpack and walked wordlessly to me.
I stepped back, my legs shaking with exhaustion.
Cole didn’t hesitate; she lifted me easily and began carrying me back to the car park.
The silence was heavy, but I had nothing to say.
Nothing that could be said could change what had happened. Under the light of the full moon, a true mate bond was revealed.
Chapter eleven
Sleepless Nights
Cole parked in front of the house and got out.
I unclipped my seatbelt slowly. Every muscle hurt, and I had no energy.
She opened my car door.
“Wait for me in the living room,” she commanded as I stepped out of the car.
I nodded my understanding and made my way towards the house.
In the living room, I didn’t know where to sit or what to do. We had never used the space together. Most of my time within Pack Sandstorm had been spent working or staying out of the way in my room, passing the time.
Passing time.
I thought I only had five weeks before I’d be back in Pack Blizzard, back to Ashford.
Would she hand me back now?
“Why are you standing in the middle of the room?” she asked.
I turned to her.
She was smart, powerful, beautiful, the future Alpha of Pack Sandstorm.
I was an omega. A nobody from a small pack that didn’t even want me.
Cole sighed, and I realised I hadn’t responded, only stared at her.
She put her arm around my shoulder and tried to guide me to a couch, but I shrugged her off.
“Don’t,” I said, walking over to the couch and sitting stiffly. “What now?” I asked.
Cole ran her hand through her messy hair.
“I want to shower, eat, and sleep,” she said.
I looked at her angrily. She was being deliberately obtuse.
“You know what I meant,” I challenged.
