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I’m halfway across the room and have no memory of moving.
As certainly as I know the sky is blue and the grass is green, I know that if Cian hadn’t turned the TV off, Lawrence would have ordered me to go to him. And if it had meant throwing myself out of this window to do it, I’d have done it.
An omegaalwaysfollows her alpha’s orders.
Once an alpha has bitten her, there is no choice. Something about the bite compels her to follow his orders. Makes it impossible to refuse it. And I have Lawrence’s bite on the junction of my throat and shoulder. A faint imprint I will wear forever.
I’m not sure why he didn’t do it back in the garden. Maybe he didn’t want to cause more of a scene than my disappearance already had, but he could have. I’d have crawled back to him if he’d ordered me to.
While I’m absorbing the implications of what so nearly happened, Rune steps in, cradling an armful of clothes.
I hadn’t even realized he’d left the room.
“I have some antiseptic cream as well, for the scratches on your jaw and arms.” Rune dumps the clothing on the bed and backs up. “For now, you get a mix of all our stuff. You can pick through what you want to wear to bed, and I’ll have the girls get something your size later.”
Later.
I seize on the word that sends an electric shiver through me. “You said you weren’t going to keep me.”
Escaping from one alpha defeated me. But to escape fromthree?
I take in the window out of the corner of my eye. Did they bring me to this room because it has locks on the window and the doors?
“Tomorrow or the day after. That’s what I mean.” Rune acts like he doesn’t notice the way I’m slowly backing away, though I don’t see how he could miss it. Instead, he nods at the bundle of clothes. “None of it will fit, but it’s all organic cotton and natural fibers.”
Omegas like soft, snuggly things. It’s why they tend to gravitate toward wealthy alphas because they can give them all the nice, soft things they inherently crave.
Maybe I would have gone looking for my own wealthy alpha if I hadn’t perfumed the way I had. But I didn’t have a choice. That, along with my old life and everything I knew was stolen from me.
I intend to get those things back.
One day.
Amid the mismatched pile of clothes, I spot a pair of blue-and-white striped boxers.
When Rune realizes where I’m looking, he clears his throat, lifting his eyes as redness stains his cheeks. “It’s not ideal. But it’s all we have. And they’re soft.”
Is he…blushing?
What the hell happened to the unshakably confident alpha who engineered my rescue?
He straight up lied to Lawrence’s staff for me, flung me up a twenty-foot-high hedge, and is risking the Council coming down on himandhis pack. He could go to jail and lose his business.
Because of me.
But he sees me looking at a pair of men’s boxers and heblushes?
“It’s fine,” I say quietly. “Thank you.”
Not quite looking me in the eye, he nods once and swings away, taking two steps before he slams to a halt, speaking with his back to me. “You’re safe here, Everleigh.”
I stare at his back, not sure why he—why all of them—are so determined to convince me I’m safe.
“I know,” I say when, in reality, I’m waiting for them to spring the trap I walked into but haven’t spotted yet.
Rune peers over his shoulder. “If you need to stay longer, and your heat—”
“It isn’t due to start for a while yet. About a month, I think,” I lie. “But I’ll be long gone by then.”
