Page 21 of Nursing the Alpha
He slowly shook his head. “Don’t bother. He could fuck you while strangling you to death, and you’d shoot your load anyway.” He scanned a few more, then leaned an elbow on the counter. “Alien smut aside, what have you been up to?”
“I’ve been… living,” I said, a little evasively. “Things changed. I got lucky.”
“Lucky how?”
“I found a job that pays well. Something a bit more flexible.” I took my receipt, which he handed over. “And I guess I’ve been taking better care of myself.”
To be fair, it wasn’t all on me. The couple I was providing breastmilk for insisted on me having a balanced diet to keep my milk supply coming in and at its best. Although I was grateful they allowed me a few cheats during the week. It’d been great. I even had more energy.
Micah narrowed his eyes. “Tell me the truth. You found yourself an alpha, didn’t you?”
I blinked. “What?”
“You’re glowing, Flynn. Don’t lie to me.”
I bit my lip. Then smiled. “Not exactly. I mean… not like that.”
Micah leaned in, eyes dancing. “But there is someone.”
I checked my watch.
Shit.
“If I don’t leave now, I’ll miss my train.”
“Oh my god, you’re rushing off to him, aren’t you?”
I rolled my eyes, scooping my books into my bag. “We just talk. That’s all.”
On a train ride. Every Friday.
Micah folded his arms. “Mm-hmm. And that’s why your cheeks go pink every time I mention him?”
I didn’t answer. I waved and rushed toward the exit.
The train station was a ten-minute walk, but I half jogged it, heart picking up in pace like it always did on Fridays. It wasn’ttechnicallya date. We didn’t call it anything. We just happened to be on the same train every Friday evening. For the past month.
Seth.
Big. Quiet. Steady-eyed Seth, who barely spoke more than a few sentences each time but still managed to make me feel heard.
He never flinched when I mentioned milk or if I had a stain on my shirt. He never made me feel gross when I shifted uncomfortably on the train, trying to hide a leak. For some reason, I had letdowns when I was around him. Like inhaling his pheromones triggered a reaction in me.
He didn’t push. Didn’t pry. He just sat there beside me, asking how my day was. Sometimes listening to me ramble about books, even if he didn’t say much in return.
It wasn’t love. I wasn’t delusional.
But it was something.
And whatever it was… I liked it.
As usual,the train was packed at this hour of the day. Not just crowded—packed. Elbow-to-elbow, no-standing-room, sweaty-even-in-fall packed. I exhaled, already bracing myself for another ride spent hunched over some stranger’s gym bag, when I saw him.
Seth.
Broad shoulders. Black coat. Eyes on me.
And he had a seat.
