“Deal with this situation?” I asked, cocking my head to the side.
Something about the way he said it made me feel like a problem they had to solve. Realistically, I knew that was exactly what I was—or, at least, what the situation was—but it wasn’t a great feeling.
“When he says ‘situation,’ princess,” Wilder cut in, “he means Preston’s idiocy—not you. You’re an unexpected pleasure.”
I stared at the alpha for a moment. “Just how hard did I hit you?”
He burst into laughter, throwing his head back, the veins in his neck protruding in a way that made my mind go to a bitey place.
Maybe it was because they were my pack—or that’s what I was telling myself. Because why else would I be imagining biting alphas I had just met?
Maybe I was having a complete mental breakdown. That would explain why I’d bitten Preston—and why I wanted to bite these guys. Years of living as an omega alone were getting to me.I mean, I’d made afantasticdecision to go out in that alley with Preston in the first place.
“There’s no denying we’re highly compatible, scent-wise,” Nolan said, his eyes trailing over me. “Is it the same for you?”
The second part carried a hint of insecurity, and something about that warmed the center of my chest. He was nervous? For me? It was kind of cute.
“It definitely goes both ways,” I admitted, my cheeks heating as I was forced to deal with the truth. “When I met Preston at the bar, it was like lightning—and there was no way to stop it. It’s like I wasn’t in control of my own body.”
“Scents are powerful things.” Wilder nodded, his stare dwelling on me for a while too. “Frankly, I’m already obsessed with yours. No one should be allowed to smell that good.”
“I smell like sickness and sweat,” I said, turning from Wilder to Nolan to add, “I really think you should take him to the hospital to get his head checked out.”
“Why would he do that when we’ve got a certified paramedic and a nurse here?” Wilder asked, as if it was obvious.
“Well, probably because the paramedic is sick and the nurse probably has a concussion,” I pointed out. “Do you really want the lawyer making medical decisions for you?”
“I’m actually not bad at making medical decisions—I just don’t understand them without a lot of research. If I’m ever put in that position, I need a few weeks to do proper research and look into medical journals.”
Wilder peered at his pack mate for a moment. “Yeah, I think I need to make my own decisions. Between you and Preston, we’re screwed.”
He turned to me, lightness in his eyes as he smirked. “I promise you, we do occasionally have our shit together. You haven’t accidentally bonded with a pack of complete idiots.”
“We’re actuallyhighly educatedidiots,” Nolan insisted.
After managing to eat a little breakfast and sleeping for several hours on Wilder’s chest, I finally took a quick shower.
I should’ve been more concerned about the alphas in my apartment, but they’d been nothing but good to me—and frankly, I was weak and pathetic in this state. If they wanted to overpower me, they would’ve done so when they first arrived.
The only reason I’d managed to get the drop on Wilder was that I surprised him.
After throwing on the first pair of pajamas I found, I padded back into my bedroom with wet hair, intending to crawl straight into the nest.
Nolan was sitting on the edge of it, waiting for me. “Hey, how are you feeling?” he asked cautiously, both of us aware of how close he was to my nest. “Wilder’s gone to get some takeout. You need to eat some more.”
“I know. I’ve been struggling to keep food down, though. Remember?”
He sighed, his eyes dropping to the floor. “Well, we all know whose fault that is.”
“I think I’m going to lie down for a bit longer,” I said, moving toward the nest.
Nolan frowned, making me pause. “Your hair’s soaking wet.”
I sighed this time. “I know. I just don’t have the energy to dry it.”
He jerked his head toward my dresser. “Go sit down,” he instructed lightly.
Usually, the command would have made me bristle, but my lack of energy won out. I quietly stumbled over and sank into the cute pink shell-shaped chair.