I need to know that he’s okay with all of this, that my heat didn’t scare the shit out of him and prove every thought that he had about himself and pack life.
He kisses my hand, his sharp jaw devastating as he looks at me.
“No. Not to stay. Wherever you go, this pack goes, I go.”
Great, well now I want to cry, but I’m too dehydrated that I can’t even do that. Elliot seems to have no issue with Wells naked at my back in the tub as his fingers trail a soft pattern against my cheek.
“I was a damn fool to try and outrun fate,” he says.
“You really were.”
That has both of them laughing. I drink and eat as much as my stomach can handle, but there’s no way I’m going to go back to sleep in that room. It did its job and got me through my heat. Even though it smells amazing, now that I’m of sound mind, I can’t stay there for another moment.
“I’ll see if they have any pack suites available and I’ll arrange for our flights out of Cozumel,” Elliot says, kissing my head, striding out of the bathroom.
Wells squeezes me closer to his body and sighs dreamily.
“I don’t think I can stay awake much longer,” I admit, and he rests his chin on top of my head.
“Get some sleep, sweetheart. We’ll take care of everything.”
The words are music to my ears as I fall into a deep sleep.
I wake up to arguing.
“Like hell you’ll be pack lead,” Forrest’s deep voice says.
“What? Because you’re the biggest, it gives you claim over it?” Elliot snaps back.
“Yes,” Forrest says back, like it’s common sense.
“So let me get this straight. I’m changing everything about my life, uprooting everything, just to what? Listen to your orders? I don’t fucking think so,” Elliot complains.
I groan, and the arguing stops.
Both of the Alphas are on the bed, touching me, and glaring at each other. So much for the understanding they came to. When I see Wells standing at the end of the bed, his arms are crossed like he’s totally unamused with their bullshit.
“What time is it?” I croak.
“Seven in the evening. We’ll disembark tomorrow at Cozumel. Your dad got everything squared away, the jet will be waiting for us and we’ll be at your parents’ building before nightfall,” Elliot says.
I turn my face into the pillow and whine. Logistically, I knew this was the progression of things, but knowing my pack is going to meet my family tomorrow while recovering from my heat is a whole ordeal in itself.
A big palm rests between my shoulder blades and lightly massages the sore muscles.
“Assuming that’s still what you want?” Forrest asks. “If you want to stay on the ship, we can.”
I laugh into the pillow because he can’t even disguise how disgusted the idea makes him.
“No, I want to get off. I just need to say goodbye to Andie first and pack all my things.”
“I already took care of your things,” Elliot says, and I sleepily nod.
When I turn to face him, I realize that we’re not in the horrid nest, or in any of our suites. This room is larger with a massive bed and an expansive balcony looking over the back of the ship.
“I’ll message the Marshall pack and see what they’re doing this evening,” Wells says helpfully.
“Come on, let’s get you in the shower,” Elliot says, hauling me off the bed and carrying me to the bathroom. I can tell Forrest is pissed he didn’t say it first, but he thankfully lets it go as Elliot carries me off.