“You’re freaking him out,” I murmur, my arms around her. Shit, I didn’t think to grab a towel.
Her hands pull at my shirt as she wails, and all I can do is hug her.
“We’re not going anywhere,” I reassure her. At least, I hope that it helps. God, I hate that she’s so fucking miserable and anxious.
“Pack means that we’re in this together,” Cass adds.
The sounds of another omega puking makes my heart clench as Bellamy begins to get sick as well. His anxiety is already high, we need to get Winter back to him.
“Cass, why don’t you help her?” I suggest. “I doubt I’m the right person for this. I’ll get you new clothing after.”
Cassidy knows I mean for her to get in fully clothed, and she nods as she helps Winter back into the shower.
As she turns her back to me, I see a brand on her buttcheek that saysProperty of, but I can’t make out the name before Winter shifts her weight so I can no longer see it.
Holy fuck. Who the fuck would brand something like this on her? Does Bellamy have the same one? I haven’t had a chance to talk to Abbott outside of the immediate topics about our omegas.
There hasn’t been time, but I hope Shi finds out the name of the auction they were sold from so we can murder the person who runs it.
Even better would be if we can get Bellamy and Winter to open up to us. It’s just all going to take time. Otherwise, I’ll happily raze the ground in retribution for their pain until we eventually get it right.
It takes everything inside of me to school my features, though the sudden surge of anger makes Cassidy glance at me. We can all feel different things through our bonds. Sometimes, they’re strong feelings when in close proximity, other times we can push emotion and intention toward each other.
It makes it difficult to conceal big emotions, and I expect that’s why Cassidy would leave for so many walks, to hide.
“You’re getting wet,” Winter pouts, her confusion aiding Cass as I hand her the shampoo.
“It’s just water,” she shrugs, her fingers working the shampoo into her hair.
“Let me get your hair, Cass,” I suggest, pulling off the hair tie I tend to have around my wrist for her. Reaching around Winter, I gather up Cassidy’s hair while Winter gazes at me with wide eyes.
What’s so weird about an alpha male who understands the importance of the art of messy buns and ponytails?
I can see how tangled Winter’s hair is from here, and it makes me glad that I grabbed a hair brush before I close the curtain again.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I tell Cass.
Shi sticks his head in to check on me and I point toward the living room. He salutes me before continuing on, making me smile during a relatively stressful time.
“Can I have the conditioner, Ansel?” Cass asks.
“Yes,” I reply, handing it to her around the curtain. “Let me know when you’re ready for the hair brush.”
“You’re the best,” she says distractedly.
My lips twitch because this is the bare minimum anyone should expect. I’d be in there with Winter if it wouldn’t make her shit herself. Cassidy can't be back to full strength after yesterday, but it’s clear she’s going to be a support person in this.
Once she and Winter are tucked back in the living room, I’ll bleach and clean everything.
“Brush… Hold that thought. Winter, you’re fine, Lovey. Let it go right into the drain.”
Winter mumbles apologies as she gets sick again, a mess that’s not her fault. The dickheads who kept her drugged and compliant are at fault.
Shit, I should have had Shiloh grab me dry clothes when I had him with me.
“Yo, Shi!” I call out, knowing he’ll hear me.
“Got you. What do you need?,” he asks, jogging back to me.
