“I know. But she’s not, and we have to deal with that. We’re doing the best we can, keeping her as comfortable as we can. That's all we can do.”
“Is it bad that I’m jealous that he’s all she wants right now?”
“No, I am too. But he’s not the only one she wants. She just needs him as well. I know if neither of us were here, she would be just as upset.”
“Nothing makes you feel less like an Alpha than seeing your Omega in pain and not being able to do anything about it.”
“It’s just this one time,” I tell him. “It won’t always be like this.”
“I need her to move in here." He looks at me. “I need her close. To see her every day. To fall asleep with her every night and wake up with her every morning. This long-distance thing is killing me. Hell, I’m so damn desperate at this point, I’d be down for Damien to be traded to our team.”
I snort out a laugh. “Alright, let’s not be too hasty. That's a little too far. First off, he would never trade from the Royal Alphas. Two, it’s just until the end of the season. Then we’ll figure out something that works best for all of us.”
“At least her best friend is here. Gives her more reason to move back.”
“She’s going to move in with us. Just not right now.”
“I know,” he grumbles. “That’s the problem.”
“Come on. Let’s try to get some sleep while we can. We’re in for a long few days.”
“I’m not sure if I can sleep,” he admits. “I’m too worried about her.”
“She’s fine, for now.” I nod my head towards her. “Come.”
He lets out a heavy sigh but gets to his feet and makes his way over to our Omega. We both lie down next to her, surrounding her with our scent. She lets out a little contented sigh, and just that alone has me feeling a little bit better.
Come on, Damien. Hurry. Our Omega needs you.
Damien
I’m really, really regretting not renting my own damn car. This Uber is so damn slow. Okay, so he’s going the speed limit, but right now is not the time to follow the rules.
“If I were to give you a hundred-dollar bill, is there any way you can get me to where I want to go faster?” I ask, my knee bobbing, nerves shot.
He looks up in the rear-view mirror and slowly shakes his head.
“Damn it,” I mutter, looking out the window. We’re five minutes away. That's it. I can hold on for five minutes, right?
But can Addie?
Checking my phone again, I reread the text Reid sent. She’s asleep. That was sent five minutes ago.
Me: Is she still sleeping?
I stare at my phone, every second feeling like an hour. I see he’s responding, but the dots on the screen keep dancing. Either he’s typing out one hell of a text message, or he got distracted.
Me: Hello?
“Answer me, damn it,” I growl under my breath, not that it’s going to make a difference if he does or not. I can’t make this car go faster.
Reid: She just woke up. Managed to get her to drink something, but she’s asking for you.
“Fuck,” I growl.
Me: Tell her I’m just down the street. I’m almost there.
It’s not until we’re pulling up to the guy’s house that I feel the weight being lifted off my shoulders.
