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Why why why—
As if on cue, the headache returns sharper than before.
“Oh, shit,” I hiss, putting my face in my hands. It’s a full-on migraine, and I fight every instinct to hide under the covers, instead hauling myself into the bathroom. I keep the light off and turn on the shower, letting the stream of hot water run down my skin.
It helpsmarginally.
Once I’m out, I take the medicine I purchased from the pharmacy, hoping it will ease my discomfort.
Breakfast should help, too.
But my skin is flushed and overheated. There’s a tender spot on the junction of my neck and shoulder, as if I bruised it.
And…
I’m wet.
Embarrassingly so, as lines of arousal drip down my thighs.
I wipe myself in the bathroom as best I can, hoping it will stop, because I don’t know what could be causing it.
It’s as if I’m permanently aroused. I had hoped touching myself last night would help, but it’s only turned worse.
Could it be because of the Alphas?
Since the accident, I’ve only caught whiffs of them while running errands with Michael. Whenever we spotted one, he’d frown and steer me away from them. We would leave the area altogether before I could ever get too close.
“I don’t want them looking at you,”he would say at my confused expression.
And I just went along with it, because they appeared intimidating.
They were always painfully attractive, yet deadly powerful.
But I’m a Beta. My identification card says so, along with my anatomy.
I don’t have a mating gland, and I certainly don’t experience aHeat.
So, Michael’s reasoning made little sense.
He’s such a control freak.
He took so much away, under the guise of protecting me.
And then, when I pushed back too hard…
He put his hands on me.
“Asshole,” I mutter under my breath as I dress. I pull on a black maxi dress, which I grabbed from the back of the closet in my rush to leave the apartment. Then, I button up a black sweater, hoping the ensemble will be warm enough for outside.
I pass by the picture James drew, and my heart aches as questions loom in my mind.
Why would he bother to do that?
Why would Beau and Grey spend time in my bedroom, both agonizing over my fate?
They don’t know me.
As flattering as it all is, my stay ends in only a few days, and we’ll never see each other again.
