“Fine. Then I’m coming in.”
Shiloh would have chuckled, but that wasn’t a reaction Sarang would expect from the omega he thought was broken and drowning in grief. “They’ve been ordered not to let anyone in. Leave.”
Don’t. That was what he really wanted to say. Don’t go.
Instead, he bit his tongue and waited, the silence on the other end like stab wounds to the gut.
That is, until he caught the hitch of breath.
Shiloh stiffened. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re lying. Are you hurt?”
“It’s nothing. Just a—”
“Stay in the car. I’m on my way.” He ended the call and practically ran from the room, not even bothering to give Diogenes any parting words. His alpha was stubborn, and anunfortunate, frustrating, side effect of Shiloh’s making him believe he was a weak omega, was Sarang’s trying to shield him.
Whenever he was hurt, he hid it. No matter how bad the injury. He’d refuse to inform Shiloh of it until he was already patched up. In their line of work, that could prove fatal.
“Prince—” one of the guards stepped out from the shadows on the main floor as Shiloh raced by.
“Bring me the first aid kit!” Shiloh ordered, skidding to a stop just long enough to yank the front door open. He darted out onto the patio, eyes already locking on the vehicle parked out front, and the man who hadn’t listened. “I told you to wait in the car.”
He was down three steps before he completed a scan of Sarang’s body and registered there was nothing visibly wrong.
“Prince, the first aid kit.” The guard appeared, but Shiloh paused and held up a hand, the sound of his approaching steps immediately halting.
“A mosquito bit me,” Sarang explained, easily picking up on the direction of Shiloh’s thoughts.
It was fortunate for the guard at his back that Shiloh wasn’t still holding the knife.
Chapter 2:
“You’re sulking again.” Sarang kept his eyes on the road as he drove them down the windy path that cut through the forest. Night had settled, casting shadows skittering from the headlights as they passed.
Shiloh caught his expression illuminated in the reflection of the passenger side window when they drove beneath one of several street lamps, and his mouth thinned in further displeasure. He was pissed because of his reaction—over a gods damn bug bite—and how foolishly he’d tipped his hand in that one moment of weakness.
One moment, to add to millions of others exactly like it.
When it came to the man at his side, Shiloh turned pathetic.
Weak.
Snuffing him out, and this attachment along with it, would be the wise decision, and yet he didn’t even entertain the possibility. He’d long since accepted his fate where Sarang was concerned.
But if he was doomed to be a puppet on a string, he sure as shit wasn’t going to be the only one. His mother had raised him to conquer, long before he’d presented as omega. Even after, she’d been adamant he never allow that to stand in his way, and while their relationship had been tumultuous at best, Shiloh wasn’t about to disappoint her in that regard.
The alpha at his side was imposing, probably came off as intimidating to everyone else at a single glance. Tall, blond hair pulled into a bun, clean shaven, in a nice suit. Sarang could be scary, he wouldn’t have been made underboss if that weren’t the case, but Shiloh knew the truth of him.
The older man was a teddy bear. Soft. Built to comfort more than anything.
A damn romantic.
If only he’d stop drawing so many lines in the sand and let Shiloh fucking cuddle him.
Stupid, irritating, attractive alpha.
