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With one of his staff potentially already watching our house, it’ll be all the proof he needs to take Everleigh back and have the Council ruin us for stealing her.
But for now, I rest my back against the headboard, listening to Rune purr as Everleigh’s breath evens out and she falls asleep.
I’m still rock-hard. Probably so is Rune, but until it’s Everleigh the woman and not Everleigh the omega wanting more from us, we’ll stay hard.
And cold showers.
I foresee plenty of cold showers in our future.
Chapter27
Everleigh
Iwake to darkness.
And softness.
I don’t know what time it is, but I’m safe, I’m warm, and I’m comfortable.
I’m also alone.
But I shouldn’t be. The echoes of my voice begging for Kylian’s knot filter through my mind. Shame comes next. I begged him.Repeatedly. Told him I’d do anything for it. Anything at all.
Which makes the fact that I’m alone not make any sense. He’s an alpha, and he had an omega begging for his knot.
So why am I waking up without an alpha’s knot in me or an alpha pinning me down to a bed?
My memory returns slowly.
The begging is what I remember most clearly. The rest is hazy. Rune holding me as he purred, the soothing sound easing a little of the fire in my core. Two hard male bodies holding me close. Kylian’s steel-gray eyes missing that teasing glint as he offered two pills to me, and how they felt going down my throat, chased by cool, clear water.
I don’t remember the reason my body would feel clean when slick was sliding down my inner thigh as I sprinted up the stairs to my room to escape three alphas. I’d been so certain that they wouldn’t hesitate to take full advantage of me.
My memory becomes clearer by the second.
I’d been getting ready to throw myself out the window, hoping I’d land in the pool and not the side, when hands had gripped me and hauled me back inside my room.
It had been Kylian. He’d stopped me and I’d been so upset. Sobbing. I recall the panic in his voice. The terror. He’d thought I was going to kill myself by throwing myself out the window, and he had probably been right.
How could I have been so stupid to do a thing like that? Had I even looked to see where I would land before I was sliding out the window?
Probably not.
There are other things I still don’t remember. Like, who cleaned me, slipped a clean T-shirt over my head, and placed me in my nest, because that’s exactly where I am.
I get up because I know what must have happened, and I think I know who put me here.
Climbing out of a closet half-filled with throws, cushions, and blankets takes a minute, but eventually, I practically fall out and pull the door closed behind me.
The room is dark, and the drapes cover the window, giving me no clue whether it’s day or night. Probably night since someone left the bedside lamp on. I spot a small glass dish with a handful of white pills in it alongside a bottle of water.
Suppressants.
Enough to last a few days.
I cannot be here when they run out unless I want three alphas to knot me.
A soft snore outside my door yanks my attention from those pills to the white wood. Crossing over, I pull the door open and take in the dark-haired man sitting on the floor with his back to the wall. He has his arms crossed, his chin resting on his chest as he quietly snores. He’s wearing a pair of black sweatpants, a white T-shirt, and his feet are bare.
