Page 16 of Suddenly His Alpha

“Are you sorry we did?” Beckett asked before grabbing a few tissues to begin the clean-up.

“No.”

Beckett smiled. For the first time since meeting his omega the night before, he felt almost sated. “I hate to rush off the phone, but I need to shower and get to work.”

Tulla sounded a bit disappointed. “Okay.”

“I wish I was there with you. All day. In bed. Learning every inch of your body,” he whispered.

He could almost hear Tulla’s smile from the other end. “Me, too.”

“I’m going to call my parents as soon as I get out of the shower. See if we can’t get this whole thing moving. I need you, Tulla.”

“I’ll call mine, as well. I can’t wait another moment.”

“I’ll call you if I hear anything. If I don’t, I’ll call when I get off of work, check in with you.” He’d spend all night talking to his omega, if he could. Too bad Tulla didn’t have a home of his own in the OQ—where they’d be freer to talk and explore.

“Okay,” Tulla said. “I miss your voice already.”

Beckett smiled. “Soon, baby.”

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Later that afternoon, Tulla stood in the outer offices of the solicitor handling their case, pacing. Just an hour before, he’d gotten the call that their parents were close to making an agreement. Tulla had been shocked, assuming it would’ve taken longer—but he wasn’t upset it was managed so quickly, either.

A car had been sent for him, and he’d been led to the omega side of the waiting room. Glancing again into the room separated simply by a double-paned glass window, the alpha side was empty.

Where is he?

Tulla paced for another ten minutes or so. After ignoring the other side for a bit, he finally looked through the window and saw Beckett standing, a single palm on the glass. Tulla raced closer and pressed his palm to Beckett’s.

“Hi,” Beckett mouthed.

“Hi.”

“You okay?” Beckett mouthed.

He nodded, then shrugged. “Ready for it to be over.”

Beckett lifted his cell phone, with a question in his eyes.

“No phone,” Tulla answered, hoping he’d guessed the right query.

Beckett began typing away on his side, and Tulla frowned. But then Beckett placed the screen against the glass.If this isn’t resolved today, I’m buying you a cell before you leave this building.

Tulla smiled, but the statement also brought back a thought. He hated the idea of being a kept man, unable to work and make his own way. They were rushing head-on into this mating without any time to discuss certain aspects of their soon-to-be relationship.

He turned away from the window, looking to see if there was anything that would allow him to write a message. After seeing nothing, he went to the guarded door and knocked. A beta guard peeked inside.

“Might there be something I can use to write a message to my alpha?”

“Just use your phone.”

Tulla sighed. “I don’t have one.”

The beta reached into his pocket and handed one over. “Don’t drain all my battery, eh?”

“Thank you,” Tulla said, grateful. He turned back inside and headed for the window, showing off his borrowed gadget. “What’s your number?”

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