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Muscles stack upon muscles on his wide frame, and even from his crouched position, I can tell he’s tall. Dark hair is plastered along his forehead, and the man is completely, wholly naked.
My feet barely touch the floor before the man crawls over to me and grips the backs of my thighs with warm hands. He finally looks up, and I jolt at the wide, innocent green eyes he has.
“Styx?”
“After all this time, I have finally found you.” His voice is a deep rumble, pleasant, and it comes from somewhere deep in his chest. “My alpha.”
Son of a kumquat cock.
Chapter Ten
Alpha. That word sizzles in my chest with heat and emotion, and I’m sure I’ve heard it a thousand times in my life. But it’s never had a feeling attached to it.
Until this bizarre naked man uttered the title to me.
“Styx?” I whisper once more.
He nods, and I can’t help but notice how tight his Academy metal collar is around his thick neck. “Call me whatever you want, alpha.” It’s a rasping tone of devoted lust and . . . love.
It’s fucking alarming, is what it is.
Even if my wet panties have a different, delusional reaction to him.
I turn to look at Rue, thinking maybe he can give me moral support during this confusing time somehow. His eyes are wide and on Styx, but he doesn’t seem surprised, and I can’t tell if just nothing fazes him or…
Wait a minute.
“You knew,” I whisper to Rue. “You knew what he was.”
Rue shrugs and his smile is full of mischief. “I could practically taste the curse that was placed on him when he stepped out into the hall. Shifter’s have a distinctive smell, especially omegas.”
I just shake my head and turn back to Styx. I can’t even find the energy to be upset with Rue for not telling me.
My palms jut out and press a safe amount of distance between me and the naked man getting a little bit too comfortable between my legs. He looks up at me with sweet puppy dog eyes, and my heart pangs to life at the similarity between the man and the pet I’ve confided in for the past few weeks.
“I—I’m not your alpha.” I don’t know much about alpha-omega relationships except the few taboo Naruto-Sasuke fanfiction holes I’ve dug myself into on the internet. It wasn’t much information, but I know alphas . . . they knot. Last time I checked, my vagina doesn’t have a knot, or whatever the fuck omegas need, thank you very much.
So . . . yeah. No. That’s not a thing here. Sorry.
My hands against his smooth shoulders are no longer a pressing force but a gentle touch. A skimming of fingertips against hard skin. An exploration of his perfect, perfect body.
A bad, bad decision.
The quiet hum of a whimper slips from his lips as his lashes close slowly just from the press of my hands against his skin.
Holy Lady of Death, has no one ever been kind to this man before?
What fucked up things has life put him through?
And why? Why would anyone hurt something as innocent and sweet as my Styx?
Wait. Push the breaks, Emmera. He isn’t your anything. He is a STRANGER.
And I confided in him for weeks, thinking he was a pet, when in reality, he was a man the whole time. I poured forth my every secret desire and fear to him without actually knowing.
Oh. No. I was naked. He’s seen me naked. And I cuddled him!
Because he’s been my closest friend.
