What’s wrong with me?
I understand how he feels.
No one hasseen meapart from my brother, either.
“You’ve seen me too,” I reply. “You treat me as worthy. You accept all of me. But what if spending this heat with me kills you?”
Bird tilts up his chin. “Worth it.”
Brave Omega.
Yet my uber pheromones are what Bird has needed so far. I have stabilized him.
I’m not a doctor, but Bird’s repeated knotting with Alphas who weren’t his scent bonds was likely what risked his life.
Won’t knotting with his scent match be what saves him?
If I bond with him, could I save him for good?
Yet how can I spend his heat with him in a cell, which will be dangerous without a doctor supervising, while still not having told him the truth?
I have checked into Omega Hotels myself.
I am one of the many faceless Alphas who have used the system that he has been fighting to take down.
His enemy.
I must tell him.
First, however, I can’t bear the hopeful, tearful expression that he is turning on me.
It’s a hundred times more powerful than a bullet.
Omegas certainly know how to weaponize their adorableness.
“How can I refuse that kind of charming recklessness?” I roll my eyes but I am smiling as I grab Bird and tug him to the mattress.
“That’s me, a charming rebel.” Bird happily allows himself to be pushed onto his back, sprawling out in a seductive sprawl.
“Some would say idiot.”
“Some are dickheads.”
I crawl onto the mattress, pushing Bird’s sweaty curls back from his face.
Yet the lie is eating away at me.
I can’t bond with him without admitting who I am — what type of Alpha.
Bird appears to catch my expression.
His brow furrows. “What’s wrong? This heat is dangerous, but there’s no one else who I would rather spend it with. We’re together and?—”
“That’s not it.” Our gazes lock. “I can’t ask you to bond with me.”
Bird’s expression becomes frosty in a way that shocks me.
He has never looked at me like that.