He wasn't sure how much to tell him. Revealing his dreams would only complicate things. Besides, Jamue might think he was a lunatic, comparing him to his dream omega. Everyone already thought he’d lost his mind.
But half the truth wouldn’t hurt.
“My work is classified, but I can tell you this. I was on a mission. It went bad. My partner and I were held hostage.”
“What?” Jamue stepped close to him, bringing his warmth with him. Hym automatically leaned into him, craving more.
“We were tortured and kept in some dark hole for days. I don’t remember for how long. My memories of that time are fuzzy. I dream about it every night, reliving the moment…” I spent with you…no, I spent with my dream omega as if fate won’t let me forget, Hym said to himself, staring at him. His eyes roamed his face, searching for the mark. But Jamue’s face was flawless, like marble.
“Last night…?”
Hym nodded. “I dreamt about it.”
He gasped, his fingers closing around the hem of his long shirt. “How did you cope?”
“I didn’t. But I have you now,” he smiled.
It felt good to have him there.
“Come. There’s more to see,” he said, continuing to walk down the path. Jamue’s fingers tightened around the hem of his long shirt. His knuckles slid over his thigh as they walked, causing sparks to explode all over his skin, and he loved it.
For an omega who didn’t like to be touched, he liked touching him – well, he wasn’t touching him exactly, but it felt like it. His heat couldn’t come soon enough. He was so hard he could barely walk.
Hym gritted his teeth.
Only two days to go, he thought. He prayed he didn’t fail their trial run. He'd kept his promise this far.
Chapter 15
Jamue
They walked around the garden for a while.
Jamue wanted to know more about him - about his job and about what happened.
But he didn’t want to pry. He probably couldn’t tell him much. His work was classified.
Was he still doing it? Jamue bit his bottom lip, worried.
He had no right to be…but… he wanted him to be his alpha, he wanted him to be safe. He fascinated him.
Jamue’s connector went off.
“Excuse me,” he said, pulling it out of his pocket.
“Where are you?” his brother barked as soon as he completed the connection. “No! Don’t tell me. Father might drag it out of me.”
Jamue glanced at Hym. He stood a few paces away, staring down at the purple bell ring flowers. They were gorgeous and had the sweetest smell.
Hym wasn’t what he’d imagined. The first time they met he'd been rough, forceful and coarse. The second time more so.
He'd thought he was a typical domineering alpha. But he wasn't.
Luci was right. Hym was a sweetheart.
And he desperately needed help to deal with the pain inside him. Jamue wished he could do more.
Maybe he wasn’t the right omega for him.