I’m not theirs.
But if our futures are intertwined the way fate seems to intend them to be, then I want to understand everything.
“Don’t treat me like a fragile doll,” I add. “I’m not that omega.”
“I know you’re not,” he murmurs, his touch leaving my jaw as his knuckles brush my cheek. “You’re our intended queen.”
“Then explain this to me,” I say, my voice a little stronger. “Why is Johan covered in blood?”
His dark eyes hold mine, his expression hardening just the slightest bit. “Because something went wrong and Noah was injured in the process.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
LAZ
I catch Aurora’s hip,holding her upright as she sways.
She seems to be unaware of the movement, her eyes a little dazed and unfocused before suddenly sharpening once more. “What?” It comes out in a startled shout. “Noah wasshot?”
“Yes.” No point in hiding the truth from her. That’s not me being anasslike Johan warned me against; that’s just me being straightforward. “But he’s okay.”
“Where is he?” she demands, sounding every bit like the mafia queen that I can’t want for her to become. “Why are you smiling at me? This isn’t funny! Where’s Noah?”
I didn’t realize I was smiling. But now I feel my lips curling even more.
Because I like this feisty omega.
She’s strong. Intelligent. An equal.
And about to hit me.
I grab her wrist before she can connect her fist with my face. Her hand wasn’t in the air, but I could see the intention in her features. So I stopped her before she could even begin.
“Noah’s in a workout room downstairs, burning off some steam. He’s not allowed to be near you in his current state.”
She gapes at me. “He was hurt enough to cause that much blood.” She points in the direction of the bathroom door, clearly assuming the savagery decorating Johan’s outfit was from Noah. Which isn’t necessarily wrong, but not entirely accurate either. “And you sent him to thebasement?”
That comment must mean that she explored the estate, like I suggested.
Although, I was surprised to learn she was in Johan’s room. I only realized that because I caught her scent lingering in the air when he walked inside.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she demands, taking a step to move around me.
But I still have a hold of her wrist, and I use it to pull her back into me. She snarls and lashes out, the jab of her elbow against my ribs unexpected.
And fucking hot.
I grab her by the waist and throw her on the bed, next to a laptop.
She bounces right up, ready to fight.
Only, I’m faster and already moving.
In the next breath, she’s on her back and gasping for air as I pin her to the mattress.
“I need you to calm down, please,” I murmur, my purr rumbling through my chest and into hers.
“Calm down?” She’s like a damn wildcat beneath me. “Get off of?—”
