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The anxiety I’d been ignoring grew and I couldn’t sit still anymore. I needed to see him.
Carefully, I rolled over and faced Liam. Orange candy and the coppery taste of blood still lingered on my tongue. My body was sore, but nothing hurt. Even the tearing down there seemed to be healed.
Maybe Liam was right. It was fucking insane to think I might really be a dominant omega, but I shouldn’t feel this refreshed after how roughly they’d treated me. The only thing that would explain why I didn’t feel wrecked was because my body was made to withstand a legacy alpha and then some. Otherwise, I’d still be broken and bleeding.
But, that didn’t mean they’d be able to withstand me.
Liam was still sound asleep despite me moving around and there were dark circles under his eyes that made me wonder when the last time he’d slept was. It looked like he’d barely survived my heat. Exactly how long had it lasted?
I needed to find my phone and see what time it was – what day. I needed to check in with Frankie and make sure she was okay or at the very least informed about my situation. It was the first heat I’d had without her and I didn’t feel as strange about it as I knew I should, not when Liam looked like a fallen angel with all those shadows on his face.
Before I could think about what I was doing, I reached out and brushed the white-blond hair out of his face and then rubbed my thumb over his cheek as I remembered the clusterfuck of emotions I’d gotten to see in the garnet eyes of a legacy alpha – the first alpha to scent my pheromones and find them pleasing enough to fuck me.
That alone made him precious to me and always would.
Somehow, I had to protect him from all the dangerous shards of my soul.
It was hard to believe I was the reason he looked so exhausted and miserable. Was everything out of his mouth lies? Helping me through my heat must have been more of a chore than he’d let on.
Liam suddenly let out a soft sigh and I froze, holding my breath as I waited for him to wake up, but he was out cold. Just how far had he pushed himself and why the fuck would he do that for me? We barely knew each other, and he had no obligation to go that far for someone he’d just met.
So, why?
That word was starting to repeat in my head, pulsing like an infected wound. It would drive me mad all over again if I couldn’t get answers. I wasn’t sure I could ignore it this time, not like I had before.
I still had to work side by side with them until this case was over. Every time I saw them that question would prick at me until I was so distracted I couldn’t do my job properly. That why would push me to do things I wouldn’t normally until I had the answers I needed.
But I didn’t know how far I would go, and I didn’t know if there was even an answer that would satisfy me. That was what made me so threatening to their peace. I didn’t know how to stop pushing even when I knew I should.
Maybe…maybe they just needed an omega. One who was strong enough not to overdose on the pheromones I could still feel emanating from Liam as if he knew just how badly I needed them even when he was asleep.
He was addicting in every way possible.
I needed answers or I was really going to lose my mind. These two were everything the omega inside of me wanted and I’d never felt that way about any alpha before. Not even Frankie.
Slowly, I rolled back over and checked the nightstand for my phone. It was right there, as if they’d known it was the first thing I’d look for when I finally came back to my senses. My hand shook as I reached for it, terrified to see just how many missed messages I had.
It unlocked the second I swiped through the code and my stomach clenched with anxiety when I saw I only had one text, and it was from Frankie, saying Cas had called her and explained everything. She’d even said she knew I was in good hands and didn’t want me to worry, but that I should text her when I finally came out of the heat.
Of course I instantly responded, letting her know it was done, and that’s when I saw the date.
Two weeks.
My heat had gone on for two weeks.
Jesus fucking Christ, what the hell was wrong with me? How was that even possible?
I almost dropped my phone thanks to how badly my hand was shaking, but I managed to set it back on the nightstand without waking Liam up.
No wonder Liam looked half dead.
Why would they do this for me? Why not just sedate me?
I noticed the syringe was still on the nightstand, full of whatever it was the doctor had given Cas. It looked sharp under the soft yellow light from the lamp in the corner.
Why?
None of this made any sense.
