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“No more wandering the town by yourself,” he warns her. “You either go with me or Darlene.”
She vaguely wonders how he knows she’s been spending time with the other Omega. But she’s tired, and those questions can wait until later.
“Also,” he presses another kiss to her lips. “I unblocked my number. That wasn’t very nice, Bree.”
She frowns. “Wait. You didwhat? How?”
“I mean it,” he adds, ignoring her protest. “No more wandering around alone. You never know who could be out there.”
She blinks. “But?—”
“Go back to sleep,” he whispers as he cups her face. “You’ll need rest for the next time I see you.”
There’s an undertone of a command in his voice, and it’s all too easy to close her eyes. She leans back against the pillow, and he covers her with the blankets, pulling them all the way up to her chin.
It isn’t until she hears him close her bedroom door that she remembers she never told him about her latest encounter with Eugene.
CHAPTER 24
BREE
She wakesup the next morning to painful cramps. She kicks off the covers, sweat sticking to her body as she scrambles for her phone.
She slept forfourteenhours, and she’s ravenous.
“Shit,” she hisses, placing a hand to her stomach.
Cole is triggering her Heat, and based on her symptoms, it could come in as soon as a week.
Speaking of the infuriating Alpha, she receives a text from his now unblocked number.
Hope you slept well, beautiful. I can still taste your cunt on my tongue, by the way.
It’s hard to stay frustrated at him with a message like that, though.
It’s even harder when she sees the present left for her on the desk in the office.
The pen set that she coveted the other day sits next to her laptop with a white rose on top.
She grins, her smile so wide her face hurts.
She doesn’t know how he knew she would want the pens, or why he decided to spend a ridiculous amount of money on her, but she cherishes them all the same.
Alpha cares for us, her inner Omega supplies.He’s courting us.
Her stomach leads her down to the kitchen, where she demolishes a veggie wrap and a massive cheese and cracker plate. Once she’s satiated, she checks her phone and reads a text from Darlene.
You should come over—Oscar wants belly rubs.
Helpless to say no to the rotund orange feline and his owner, she heads to her friend’s house.
She doesn’t seeCole for three days, but she hears from him.
It’s little texts here and there at the most inopportune times, whether she’s at Darlene’s, reading at the café, or exploring the farmer’s market.
Each one has her either blushing or laughing.
Busy with work, but I’d rather be busy with your pretty pussy instead. My client is only acting like a cunt—it’s not the same thing at all.