That’s kind of what life is like with alphas. They’re very open about their sexual exploits. Sutton spent time in the central districts of the colony and learned a little bit about the alpha’s culture and rituals. One that stood out to me was how they aren’t just unashamed of sporting an erection, they parade it around. It’s supposed to prove how strong the connection is between them and their omega. The opposite mentality that human males were raised to have. The same for all humans, for whom sex and shame are synonymous.
The alpha way is kind of refreshing, especially considering my current circumstances, to know that no one here will shame me for what I’ve done. Except me and, if I’m being honest, regardless of what he told me, Sutton.
A lump forms in my throat as tears well in my eyes.
I can’t think about that right now. That’s a bridge we’ll have to cross when we get to it. After he’s fully recovered.
I have to reassure myself that Sutton will fully recover. His wounds were fatal. It’s a miracle he survived, even with the aid of the alpha’s venom. The blood loss alone…
“Layla? You still there?” Angie’s voice echoes in the barely furnished room.
“Sorry. I’m… Sorry.”
“No problem. Would you like something to eat? Name it, and I can get it for you.”
“I don’t know. I’m…” I’m finding it difficult to decide. My body is screaming at me, but it’s like it’s speaking a foreign language. It wants a lot of things, and I’m afraid to learn what they are. Though if I’m being completely honest with myself, I already know, and I just don’t want to admit it.
Zayd buried deep inside of me. His knot stretching me out. His abs rippling under my fingers…
Damn it, brain. That’s exactly what I didn’t want to think about.
“How about something hot and meaty to fill you up?”
“What?” I blurt.
Angie giggles. “Oh. That sounded naughty, didn’t it? I meant like beef stew.”
“And bread? With lots of butter,” I add.
“Sure thing.”
“And I need some clean clothes?” It feels odd to ask that of her. She’s not my maid. This isn’t a ritzy hotel.
“I’ll take care of it,” she answers cheerfully.
“Thanks, Angie.”
The comm’s screen goes black when the call ends.
I breathe a little easier knowing a good meal and proper clothes are on the way. I could use a little comfort right now. And sleep.
I sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for my delivery, holding onto hope that with a full belly, I’ll be able to pass out and avoid an awkward conversation when Zayd gets back.
Chapter 6
Zayd
“Layla’stestresultsarein. She is a high category two,” Razyr reports as I join him, Kydax, and Strykr in the med comb.
“Safe and more than a suitable match for you, Zayd,” Strykr says more cheerfully than I would like to hear, considering the circumstances.
“I do not understand why this is a discussion. I will not be taking Layla as a mate,” I argue, as I turn my eyes to Sutton, my heart wrenching at his ragged appearance. He has been cleaned, but he is still very pale from the blood loss, and his limbs lie heavily on the bed, giving him the appearance of being dead.
“You could if Sutton does not recover,” Strykr says.
“I would not wish that fate on Sutton and certainly not on Layla. I would rather see Layla walk out of here by his side than see her suffer the loss of her husband a second time.”
“Very well,” Strykr says dismissively. “While we are on the subject, how is Sutton’s recovery going?” Strykr asks Razyr.
