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Yeah, it’s definitely time to wake the fuck up.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Oscar
Igaspinabreath as I wake up, the cold, harsh feeling of water crashing over me making my body shiver in memory. It’s gone now. I’m warm and dry, well mostly dry.
I sit up, frowning as I look down at the water that’s dripping down my chest.
“Am I still asleep? Fuck me,” I curse out, just as Cheryl steps into the room, naked, from the adjoining laundry room. “Okay. This is finally a dream I can get behind, but the table can get to fuck. It’s still too hard.”
My stunning mate seems surprised as I slide down from the table.
“You’re awake,” she tells me, as if it’s a shock to her.
Her lips are as naked as she is, which makes me wonder when she took off her foxy lipstick.
“When did we move the party back to the kitchen?” I ask, more than a little concerned that I might have missed something fun while I was dreaming. “Have I started sleepwalking, or something?”
Man, if I’ve started sleep-fucking I’m going to be pissed.
“What’s the last thing you remember?” she asks, handing me a towel.
I take the towel and swipe at the water that’s dripping down my front.
“I definitely don’t remember taking another shower together,” I tell her, making her smile. “So, maybe we should head back to the gym. Jog my memory that way.”
“Oscar…” she murmurs, giving me a warning glance.
“Right, right. What do I remember?” I ask, trying to clear the weird dreams from my head.
The storm and the field and Bianca all swim through my head before I reach a blank.
Oh fuck no. That weird void I feel after a blackout, as if there’s something missing, is right there, nestled between my dreams and the happy feeling I had as I fell asleep on the couch with my mate’s warm body against mine. No wait. That’s not the last thing I remember. I woke up and put Cheryl to bed. Then, I tidied up a little, and… Shit. I went outside. I was going to pick up the clothes I left out there earlier.
“Oscar?” My mate can’t hide the concern in her expression, or her voice.
I meet Cheryl’s gaze dead-on. “I blacked out, didn’t I?”
She nods, after a second of hesitation. Dread creeps over me as she presses her lips together. Her emotions are all over the place. She’s more than worried. There’s something she doesn’t want to tell me.
“I need you to open your mouth for me,” she says, her tone soft.
Well, those are the last words I expect her to say. I let my jaw loosen and my mouth drop open as she steps closer. Bianca’s words float through my head as my mate stares at my tongue.
Cheryl lets out a sigh as she moves back. I close my mouth.
“Did I kill someone?” I ask, my body rigid with tension as I wait for her answer.
“No,” she tells me, her lips forming a grim line. “But someone really wants us to think you did.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Cheryl
Anger burns through me as if it’s in my blood and my memory of that staged scene in the woods just ignited it. I flash back to what I witnessed there when I found Oscar, and I know I’m right. Someone wants me to think Oscar killed that girl, but it isn’t possible. Besides the fact that it would hurt him too deeply as an Omega to commit that kind of act, his teeth and mouth are completely clean. His nails and hands are clean too. There’s no way in hell he could rip or tear out another shifter’s throat without getting her blood in his mouth or wedged under his nails.
I don’t know what the fuck’s going on, but I know I don’t like it.
