“It’s ok, though."
“Shhhh shhh, now. It’s ok. We’ll work past this.”
He finally lets go of my hair, and hooks his hands under my arms, pulling me up the bed until my head rests against the pillows. He reaches up, smoothing his own hair back, and then pulls the bottom of his shirt down to straighten it.
“Trey…” All I can manage is a raspy croak; my throat wants to close up at the sheer insanity staring down at me.
“Seth. Seth Thompson, with Thompson glass. Treyismy middle name. Though,youprobably know me best as Wishbone.”
The world tips, spins, and I have to bite my tongue hard enough to taste blood. I really don’t want to pass out around this crazy asshole. This creepy fuck who’s been following me online for at least a few years now, buying commissions and offering to send me money to help when unexpected expenses happen.
“You didn’t answer my question, Candy. Did you take all their knots?" And I’m relieved that I can shake my head no.
Technically I was only knotted by Gabe and Jacks. I’m seriously worried about what he’ll do to me if he gets any angrier. He raises an eyebrow, skeptical of my answer.
“Did you let them mark you?" Again, I shake my head no.
“You know I’m going to have to check, right?" He yanks hard on the collar of my shirt and the top buttons fly off, exposing my throat and the straps of my bra.
“Hmm…nothing here, but alphas can be sneaky bastards." He yanks again and the rest of the buttons disappear, my shirt gapes open revealing my breasts and stomach.
He pushes it off my shoulders, grabbing me by the nape of my neck and tilting me up so he can try to push it the rest of the way down, until it’s bunched around my wrists. His hands run over my shoulders, down my arms.
“Sneaky, sneaky alphas." He mumbles under his breath, as his hands continue to stroke my skin. He pushes me over, hands on my back, fiddling with my bra clasp, and I cringe and twist. I already feel like my skin is crawling, and so far all my bits have stayed covered. If he goes any further I won’t be able to stay chill.
“You won’t be able to get it off…it’ll just get stuck on my arms too. If you unhook my arms I can take the bra off for you.”
Please don’t agree to that–I am trying to sound reasonable, but my gorge rises just offering to help.
His hands pull away, rolling me over onto my back again, and he looks at my face, trying to determine if this is a trick.
“No, no I can check later…they didn’t leave any obvious bond marks." His gaze tracks down my torso, hungry eyes lingeringon my breasts, and I am glad I am wearing a full coverage white old lady bra. I don’t need to give this sick fuck any more ideas.
“We’ll need to get you on a diet though; I want to make suremyomega stays fit and attractive." He lightly pokes at my belly squish, and it takes all my willpower not to glare. But, you lure more flies with honey than vinegar, so I clench my teeth and try not to react.
“Of course, Seth, I want to look good for you." I watch him from under my lashes, trying to hide how much I really want to just kick the shit out of him. He’s momentarily shocked, but quickly recovers.
“That’s a good little omega." And he pats me on top of the head. I cringe at both his touch, and his repeating the same nickname that Gabe uses. But when Gabe uses it, it sounds like praise. This fucker just sounds patronizing.
“I’ll get my chef to fix up some brown rice with chicken and broccoli, doesn’t that sound yummy?" He strokes my hair this time, like I’m some kind of pet.
“Thank you, Seth.” I grind out, trying not to gag over how much he preens at my docile act.
“There we go, now, would you like a hot shower? Get you all cleaned up so you can snuggle into your nest like a good omega. We need to make sure you’re comfortable before your heat hits."
Two thoughts wash over me, one right after the other, and I’m thankful he is already turning towards the door, because I can’t maintain this mask.
First of all, I am not getting naked and taking a shower around this creep…second, how the fuck does he know when my heat is supposed to hit?
Chapter 36
That motherfuck…I’m going to kill him.
I pace the hall outside of the X-ray suite that Jacks is in. Leo was fine being admitted for observation due to smoke inhalation, and second degree burns on his hands and back. Jacks does have a mild concussion, and five broken ribs, not three, two of which did puncture his lung, thankfully not deep. He’s also dealing with breathing in smoke, a variety of cuts and bruises, and a fractured jaw. I have to remind myself that it could be so much worse.
He’s wheeled out on a gurney, and it looks like they gave him some really good painkillers cause he is grinning like an idiot. Maybe a low dose of Alsomna–that new sedation medication I was reading about for alphas. I was wondering if it would help him with his sleeping or nightmares. They gave him something anyway, not enough to knock him out, but definitely enough to make him loopy.
“Mr. Asher? Xander Asher?” a nurse follows Jacks out of the room carrying a clipboard. Jacks reaches for me as they walk past, but I stay to talk to the woman calling my name.
