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Bastard.
“Don’t make me call security, man. We’re in an omega apartment complex and they don’t play about the omega’s safety. Not to mention, someone else is already on their way. I heard her talking to them and they’ll be here any minute. So, what’s it gonna be? You gonna risk jail time and never being called in for another heat ever again, or are you gonna walk out that door with me and leave the nice omega be?”
Micah speaks evenly, his voice low. I can see Tyler’s fists clench at his sides as he glares at him for several tense moments. Finally, Tyler snarls, turns around, and slams his way out the front door, rattling the pictures on my walls.
What a child.
I step out once he’s gone and watch as the tension bleeds out of Micah and his shoulders relax.
“Thanks for that. You wouldn’t mind sticking around until my backup shows up, would you? Just in case? They shouldn’t be long,” I say softly, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt.
No way do I trust Tyler to not pop back up if I’m in here all alone. Maybe it would have been better to just get one of the nests at the Center.
The last time I’d had to endure him, I’d taken one of the offered nests. But I’ve been successfully having heats in my nest without issue for years now, so it didn’t really occur to me at the time. I’ll need to have a talk with security to make sure they keep an eye out. You can never be too careful.
“Sure. You want something to eat before they get here? Might as well keep the energy up while you can, right?”
Micah’s eyes twinkle and his hair flops over his forehead, giving him a boyish appearance as he smiles at me. I give him a smile back, plopping myself down on my couch.
“I could snack. Might as well eat my nerves away,” I say, letting loose an awkward laugh.
Micah raises a brow. “When I get back from making a snack tray, I fully expect to hear all about who you’ve got coming that’s got you all in knots like this.”
I snort. “Deal. Consider it payment for sticking around.”
While he digs around in the bags that Tyler brought back with him in the kitchen, I flip the tv on and turn the volume way down, flipping through the channels until I find some true crime show to have on as background noise.
By the time he sets a tray in front of me, I’ve watched enough of the documentary to have a decent idea of who the killer is.
I love true crime. It’s just so fascinating, as morbid as that sounds.
The tray Micah sets in front of me is laden down with turkey finger sandwiches, chips, and even some veggies and ranch.
And LOTS of water.
He even hands me a big cup filled with ice with a bendy straw.
How frickin’ sweet is this alpha?
I’m dying of thirst, so I snatch the cup from his hands and quickly fill it with water, drinking it down in a blink and sighing as the coolness brings my quickly rising temperature back down. Micah sits on the opposite side of the couch from me, giving me space to show he’s not a threat, something I appreciate.
“Tell me about whoever it is you called.”
I sigh. “I don’t know much about him. I ran into him a few days ago on my way to work, and… I dunno. Something pulled me towards him, and it wasn’t just the heat spike! Even more interesting, he’s an omega,” I tell him with a laugh.
Micah chokes on the sip of water he was taking when I dropped that interesting little tidbit. He coughs, beating his fist on his chest as he tries to catch his breath. While I wait on him to get himself together, I grab a carrot and completely slather it in ranch, then crunch on it loudly as I watch Micah flail about and attempt to keep my amusement in check.
“Omega?” he finally croaks out, making me snort.
“Indeed. Smells like apple pie with vanilla ice cream and cinnamon sprinkled on top,” I say dreamily, sighing as my eyes glaze over as I think about Gabriel.
“Just an omega? How’s that going to work in a heat situation?”
“Well… He has alphas. I don’t know if he’ll bring them or not, and maybe I won’t like any of them. Or he won’t want me to touch them. But I’m sure we’ll figure something out. I’ve got plenty of… tools for emergencies,” I tell him, raising a brow and sipping on my water.
Hydration is key.
Micah gives me a skeptical look, and I stare him down. He raises his hands placatingly when my eyes narrow the longer he wears that look.
