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My muscles protest as I roll out of bed and stretch. It’s a weird combination of being sated and satisfied last night and then the kickback of no longer being with a member of my pack. My body is all out of whack and I don’t know what the hell to do about that.
You know what to do, Vee. You need your alphas.
Not mine. That bite on Asher proved it. He’s bonded to another woman. And I let him touch me.
What a fucking mistake.
I’m sticky with sweat left over from the club last night. I should have showered as soon as I got home, but my dumb omega wouldn’t let me. Needing to keep Asher’s cinnamon apple scent on me a little longer. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t sleep better surrounded by the smell of him.
But now, in the bright light of midmorning, I just feel… dirty. Used. Wrong.
I cry when I get in the shower and use a loofa soaked in lilac soap on my skin. My omega protests the entire fucking time, wanting to smell like my alpha a little longer, for as long as I can. But I grit my teeth and wash all the lingering pheromones down the drain, holding an image of the bite on his chest in my head.
As I wash my hair, I make myself imagine him going home last night, hopping in the shower immediately to be sure Yasmin didn’t catch a whiff of me. Or maybe he went to the little cabin in the woods that used to be our oasis, washed me down the drain there.
The idea of that makes my heart ache even more.
God, I’m a mess.
I can’t just sit in this house wallowing in misery. I know from experience that never helps. It only makes me feel worse.
I need to do something today, be relatively active.
I’m tempted to just go for the bare minimum of getting ready. To put my hair in a damp bun at the top of my head, pull on an oversized t-shirt and leggings and leave the house like that. But I know as soon as I do I’ll probably run into one of the members of the Werth pack and the last fucking thing I want is to see them looking like a hot mess.
So I take the time to dry and style my hair, coaxing it into loose waves around my face. I put on a full face of makeup, hiding the deep circles under my eyes and the sallowness of my cheeks.
If I’m being honest with myself. I look better than I have in years. Even without the makeup.
Being in the city, interacting with my pack, getting physical with Asher last night. All of this feeds my omega in a way that nothing did before. And it’s definitely showing. I look healthier.
Still not healthy, though.
When I’m done in the bathroom, I pull on a bra and underwear and consider my clothes while texting Sadie.
Me:
Lost track of you last night.
If you’re alive and well and still in town, you wanna meet for brunch?
I toss my phone on the bed and reach for a pair of jeans. Rather than grabbing my normal band tee, I opt for a soft light sweater in cream. It’s dreamy and loose enough to hang off one shoulder. But not in a sloppy way.
A pair of brown boots will complete the outfit, but I don’t bother putting them on now. Instead, I carry them and my phone down the hall to the kitchen, dropping the boots by the front door.
Sadie:
I am still in town, but I can’t meet you.
Something came up.
I’m sorry.
I frown at the text message. It doesn’t sound like her at all, and a moment of worry hits me. What if she got into trouble last night while I was distracted by Asher? What if she was kidnapped or … fuck, what if she’s dead and this asshole is just pretending to be her?
I gnaw on my lower lips and consider how to approach this.
Me:
