Page 56 of His Surrogate Omega

“Thank you,” Gray whispered.

Jamie smiled. “I also put out some cheese and crackers on a table beside the bed. I know you’re likely hungry. Let me know if you need more than that.”

He hadn’t eaten in days… he should feel famished, but the thought of food made him feel sick. “That’s more than enough. I can get something more substantial once I’m home.”

Jamie smiled softly. “I’m going to see to my alpha. And make sure he knows how much I love him, too.”

Gray nodded and smiled.

Jamie rose to his full height. “Oh, I’ve also left an extra brush for you. Your hair isfullof knots. It’s going to take some help to get that all clear again.”

Gray sighed, pulling a few handfuls over his shoulder to inspect. “Great.” But he remembered Rohan’s hands twisting into his hair and dragging him closer for drugging kisses. He almost sighed… his lids drooping closed.

He was soon left to himself, and he almost hated feeling alone after the last few days. Gray was grateful that Jamie seemed to instinctively know he needed to be cared for in those moments after their days locked together.

It couldn’t have been Rohan to do it.

There needed to be an uncoupling… a wall between them now.

Once the water began to grow cool, he climbed out. The bottom of his hair had swept into the water and grew soaked. Knowing he should’ve washed it, he sat at the small vanity and began to absently brush through the knots. Midway through, he eventually gave up and put his hair in a loose braid for the moment to wait until Avery could help him—after he went home and bathed again, washing the long strands.

And washing this place from his memory.

He walked into the other bedroom, away from the one he’d shared with Rohan. A large comfortable looking bed dominated the room and called to him. Days and nights of little sleep had pushed him to the edges of exhaustion. Instead he pulled on his loose-fitting clothing, his body sore in places he wasn’t sure he knew he’d had. Everything ached, but he didn’t want to remain there another moment, no matter how much he craved some rest. Grabbing his phone, he called the driver—who fortunately wasn’t too far. Maybe he’d anticipated that he’d be needed now that the heat was over.

Gray wondered how many omegas the beta transported each month, dropping off fresh wombs door to door. He cringed at his terrible joke and lay across the bed, waiting to step out of the surreal world there and back to his reality of home. Luckily, he didn’t wait for the car long and left the house silently. He climbed into the back and finally released a breath once the car pulled away.

He needed home.

He needed his family and to be reminded he wasn’t this horrible person he felt like he’d become.

* * * *

Driving his fingers through his still damp hair to push it from his face, Rohan stared out through the bedroom window, not truly seeing any of the scenery. He’d spent a fortune on their home, trying to give his omega someplace almost as impressive as the home the man had been raised in. He’d spent another fortune landscaping it and transforming it into a peaceful oasis where they could raise a family together, far from the troubles of the city. Tall trees dotted the outskirts, giving them a feeling of being out in the middle of nowhere.

Nothing he looked at made him feel tranquil.

A storm raged within him. A storm that threatened to break him completely.

He then saw his own reflection in the glass and cringed. Rohan didn’t want to look at himself after what he’d done.

No matter if his omega had begged—he should’ve been strong enough to say no.

I’m weak. Too weak.

Either way he’d chosen, he would’ve failed. It was a no-win situation.

Only adding to his shame was the fact he’d found pleasure in the act.

Gray had welcomed him with open arms, looking up with longing. The man had never known a lover, and it had showed in some ways, but the need had been constant… and that need had propelled them on through their days together.

“Do you think it went well?”

Rohan cast a quick glance over one shoulder at his omega before turning back. “I can’t know if it happened already.”

“But it was a good match, I assume?”

There were occasions when an alpha and omega did not fit—their desire did not match. That hadn’t been the case with Gray. They almost matched too well. “It was fine.”

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