Enemies. To... lovers?
When he glanced over, Zenith was scribbling madly in his notebook, grinning in delight.
Holy crap.
Ottis’ heart pounded. Doc turned to him, eyebrows raised.
It was too risky to say it aloud, or write it in a chat. Instead, Ottis opened up the notes app on his phone, and typed.
I figured it out. Zenith is writing a book about Bruiser and Uriel.
Doc’s eyebrows crawled up. “How did you guess that?”
Z said he’s writing an enemies to lovers book. And we clearly know two enemies that everyone is betting on.
Doc huffed, glancing at Bruiser, then Zenith.
One of my brothers is paying Z to write the book.
“Who?” Doc asked.
Ottis thought about it.Probably Crush. He’s rich and he has an omega who likes to read. Heck, I too would commission a book like that if I had the funds.
Doc straightened up. “Would you like me to commission something for you?”
Ottis gaped. “Just like that? Seriously? But you just bought me an entire cart of stuff.”
“Those were necessities, nothing for the pure joy of it.”
“But I got a pretty diaper bag. And amazing blankets and clothes!”
“But those aren’t something completely unnecessary,” Doc pointed out.
Ottis wracked his mind. “Well... The last time I bought something for no reason... It was ice cream, but Mathlin ate it all. Titan paid me back for it, but I haven’t bought more yet.”
“Name something, anything. I’ll buy it for you.”
Ottis squinted at Doc. “You’d go that far for a kidnap victim?”
Bruiser’s head shot up. “Kidnap victim?”
“Oh yeah, he mentioned that,” Zenith said, flipping to another page in his notebook. “So, how scandalous was this kidnap?”
Bruiser opened and closed his mouth. He shot Doc an accusatory look. “Youkidnapped Ottis?” And to Zenith, “You didn’tquestion it?”
Zenith shrugged. “Does Ottis look upset to you?”
Bruiser spluttered.
“It was a very exciting kidnapping,” Ottis said solemnly. “I have never been more excited in my life.”
Bruiser frowned. “Your brothers made it sound like you were stolen from your doorstep by the reapers of Hell.”
Ottis rolled his eyes. “They kept breathing down my neck. Wouldn’t you run away, too?”
“I’d probably punch them,” Bruiser said.
And that was all well and good, but it still didn’t solve Ottis’ actual problem: Sevrian would threaten the pack, and he had already wrecked Ottis’ leg too badly for Ottis to risk anything else.
