“I think it has to do with Dad and Kirion and all that went on there.”
“That makes sense. But you are better with your anger.”
“Not last week when I got drunk after our in-person session.”
“One slip is not a disaster. You need to talk to him. Bring it up. You have that right. He’s your housemate. You live together. If you have feelings for him?—”
“I want to protect him. Even from me.”
“That’s your alpha side.”
“You can lead with that. It’s not unwelcome to omegas to have an alpha want to protect them. Tell him.”
“He cooks now. A lot. Does that mean anything?”
Jacob chuckled. “Could be nesting. But that comes in many forms.”
“Nesting? I hadn’t thought of that.”
Nesting is a dragon trait. Any omega who has that instinct is revered.
It was no secret Malinekan accepted Cassius as one of us.
“These are things to explore,” Jacob continued. “Look them up. Read articles. I can send you links.”
The rest of the session went well. But my nerves were on edge about bringing up my heat concerns to Cassius.
When Jacob logged off, I turned off my computer and went downstairs.
When I found Cassius in the game room, he was on the couch, the fire I’d lit still dancing. He was engrossed in a movie. I grabbed two sodas and sat beside him. “This one’s for you, little wolf.”
He took the soda I’d brought to him and the small smile on his face burned right through me.
Seriously? What was I going to do?
Why are you fighting your affection for him? Do you think it makes you a reflection of your father?
It made me feel weak, and yes, it was because of Dad and all my disapproval.
And all your grief,Malinekan finished for me.
His words sent a sharp stab through my chest and stomach.
“Did you have a nap?” Cassius turned down the TV volume.
“I wasn’t napping. I had a session with my therapist.” I could be honest about that much.
Cassius didn’t look away as expected. Instead, he stared at me, gaze deepening. I’d already told him some things about my outbursts, about fights. I couldn’t recall if I’d told him about being arrested.
“Does that help?” he asked.
I stretched out my legs. “If you trust your therapist, I think so.”
“Good.” He looked at his soda bottle and swigged another drink. A heavy breath followed. "Do they make therapists for set omegas? My pack didn’t have anything like that.”
His question threw me. Could he not get any help even in this area of healing? “I suppose Brimstone offers nothing like that.”
“Nope. Not classes. Not group stuff. Nothing. We got together on our own sometimes, but more than three to a group is broken up by the ranch hands.”
