There’s no way this first night can get much worse.
“Do you need help?” a deep voice says, startling me.
I actually yelp as I use my wrist to wipe away my mouth. Especially when I look up at the massive stranger standing before me. He’s fucking huge, shirtless, and sweat is rolling down the expanse of his chest with the perfect amount of chest hair.
I just blink at him for a moment. Am I hallucinating too?
He crouches next to me, and I’m hit with the most comforting scent I’ve ever been around. It’s a nauseous girl’s dream as lemon and ginger wrap around me.
My stomach stops gurgling as he stares at me.
He clears his throat. “Not feeling well?”
I shake my head, and he doesn’t even ask me another question. The behemoth of a man just scoops me up in his arms. The side of my face is pressing against his large, and very sweaty chest.
“Sorry,” he mumbles.
He carries me effortlessly to the elevator, cursing as he tries to get it to go. I hold out my wrist so it can activate, and he squints at the listed decks and what’s on each one.
“Do you know which deck the doctor’s office is on?” he asks me.
“Dunno,” I say as I lean in and take a deep whiff of this Alpha. If he notices, he doesn’t say anything about it, just letting me smell him to my heart’s content.
He must figure it out as the doors open, and he hits a deck number.
“You shouldn’t have been out on the running track by yourself late at night like that,” he says, barely shifting me in his arms. “You could have leaned too far over the edge and fallen over.”
This Alpha is a dramatic one; there was no way I could have fallen overboard with how I had to stand on my toes to heave over the edge.
As he holds me, all the seasickness is washing away. This Alpha is human ginger ale, and I’m not sure that’s something I ever knew I needed.
“I thought I was going to the top deck. I was going to try and be outside in the middle of the ship,” I try to explain.
His dark brows furrow and he shakes his head, unhappy with my answer.
“I’m feeling better now, anyway. I can just go to my room.”
“No,” he says gruffly, with no option for arguing, and the sound of it does something to me. Maybe it’s because I’m not told no very often, or because he’s insistent on making sure I’m okay.
Either way, he’s a stranger, and he can’t tell me what to do.
“No? You’re telling me what I can and can’t do?”
“Since you were making a bad decision, yes, I’m telling you what you can and can’t do,” he says as the elevator opens and he carries me into the doctor’s office.
My mouth gapes at his statement, and I’m not really sure what to say back, so instead I keep my mouth shut.
Since it’s a cruise dedicated around Omega’s heats the amount of medical staff is intense, and they see me right away.
The bossy Alpha places me down on the exam table, the paper on the table crinkling as I sit. I bite my lip as he steps away and I get a good look at him.
I mean, I was literally just resting my face against that massive chest, but goddamn. He’s all Alpha, broad, tall, and big.
It doesn’t hurt that I’d like to bottle up his scent and rub it all over my sheets right about now; it seemed to soothe a lot of the motion sickness I was having.
The doctor scans my wrist as the Alpha stranger starts speaking in his deep timbre.
“She was sick on the running track. I saw her throw up at least three times.”