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“Calm down.”
A muscle worked in his jaw. “I’ve changed my mind. I’m getting off this assignment. I’m calling Darcy the second we’re back at my place. I don’t give a fuck if he doesn’t want to reassign you, he’s going to have to or I quit.”
“Don’t you think you’re overreacting just a little?” I scowled.
He shot me an incredulous look. “Your mother told me I’m pregnant, Wyatt. You and I fucked.” He ran a shaking hand through his hair. “God knows what horrors lie ahead if you and I hang around each other another day. I don’t have the stomach for it.”
I couldn’t explain why the idea of him dumping me on another bodyguard bugged me so much. Wasn’t that what I’d wanted all along? I crossed my arms. “Whatever. It’s not like I’ll miss your ugly face.”
“It’s mutual, asshole,” he growled.
We didn’t say another word to one another on the drive home.
Chapter Nine
Blade
I didn’t call Darcy the second we got back home. I couldn’t come up with a logical reason why I failed to follow through on my threat to get off this assignment, but every time I’d picked up my cell to call my boss, I’d gotten a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. So instead I’d opened my laptop, and I’d searched the internet for anything I could find about my kind. The information had been limited. It had never sunk in how little I knew about my species until that moment. With no family history to research, I was at an even bigger disadvantage.
I was so hungry for information about my situation I was tempted to reach out to my foster parents, but we hadn’t spoken in so long the idea gave me a headache. They probably didn’t even remember me. I’d been one of many kids who’d passed through their home over the last fifteen years. Besides, if the hospital where I’d been abandoned didn’t have any information about my mother, why would my foster parents?
Wyatt didn’t have much to say to me. He’d headed straight for the couch when we got back, which was where he sat now, brooding as he watched TV. It was hard to tell if he was mad at me or his mother. Maybe he was pissed at both of us. Perhaps his silence was because he was relieved that I was going to maybe bail on him and he couldn’t wait to get away from me.
My gaze wandered to Wyatt again. His face was blank, but that wasn’t a great indicator of his feelings since we were trained to keep our emotions buried. I’d been surprised he’d seemed resistant to the idea of me quitting this assignment. I’d have thought he’d have been thrilled at the notion of getting rid of me.
He glanced up and he caught me staring. I didn’t look away like I usually would. Instead I held his stony gaze until he pulled his eyes from mine. I had the strangest urge to go over and curl up next to him on the couch. It was embarrassing to think I would want some sort of comfort from him. I wasn’t usually needy like that. But I didn’t really feel like myself right now.
He stood and stretched, his shirt lifting and revealing a flash of tanned, firm abs. My body flushed with arousal, and I looked away, pissed off at how little control I had over myself anymore. I’d hoped that confusing hunger for him would have disappeared once we’d acted on it, but it seemed to have returned.
“Do you care if I work out?” His voice was stiff.
I had a room set up with weights and exercise equipment. “Go for it.”
“Thanks.” He left the room, and I watched him go, my eyes pinned on his firm ass.
As I played around on my laptop, I was distracted by the clink of weights and his hissing breaths. I couldn’t help but picture him covered in sweat, his muscles bulging as he benched some weights. My cock was half-hard as I let my imagination run wild. What would he do if I crept in there and worked out too? Would he be as turned on by me as I was just at the thought of him? Would he make a move on me again?
Stop.
I didn’t feel good and that was probably why I was so weak. My whole body ached, and my head hurt. I hadn’t slept well because of all the stress I was under after what had happened with Wyatt and then his mom. I hadn’t eaten since lunch yesterday, so I tried to distract my lusty thoughts of Wyatt by going into the kitchen to fix some food. I grabbed an apple and some peanut butter, and I forced myself to eat while standing over the sink.
I couldn’t shake how sincere his mother had seemed. Yes, what she’d said had been crazy, but it had been obvious she’d believed every word. My stomach rumbled and I pressed my hand to my belly. It didn’t matter how convincing she’d been—men didn’t have babies. That was just nuts.
The memory of Wyatt and me fucking seeped into my thoughts. I didn’t want to think about it, but it had felt so good it was hard to forget. The heavy weight of his dick inside my body had been amazing. Unlike anything I’d ever experienced. And then he’d been so kind to me when I was ill. I shivered remembering the soft feel of his fingers running through my hair as I lay in the bed next to him.
While it irked me to even consider how much I’d enjoyed Wyatt’s touch, I’d never felt so safe as when he’d been beside me, stroking my head and watching over me. I had to wonder if that wasn’t because he was an alpha. They had a way of calming and nurturing omegas without even trying. I hated the idea that he or anyone would have that power over me. I preferred to think I could take care of myself and there was no need to follow the traditions of my species. But I had to admit, I’d never felt such peace as when he’d fucked me and then soothed me. Embarrassing as the thought was, it had almost been as if I’d belonged to him.
I’d spent the majority of my life ignoring my instincts and rejecting the whole alpha-and-omega hierarchy. The very thought of an alpha claiming me and controlling me had pissed me off. I’d never been able to rely on anyone. Not from the second I’d been born.
Wyatt walked into the living room with a towel around his neck. Perspiration glistened on his skin, and even from where I stood, I caught his masculine scent mixed with sweat. If I hadn’t felt so drained of energy, I’d have worked out too. But after the night I’d had, I was lucky I was still awake.
He hesitated, and then he walked toward the kitchen. As he neared, he licked his lips and grimaced. “I just need a drink of water.”
“Sure.” I moved so he could get near the sink. The impulse to lick his salty, sweaty skin rippled through me, and I busied myself with putting my plate in the dishwasher to distract myself.
He drank a full glass of water, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. Then he set the glass on the counter and wiped his mouth with his fingers. He leaned against the sink. “Do you know who your replacement is going to be?”
I kept my eyes away from his clingy, sweat-dampened T-shirt since it made it hard to think. “I haven’t called in yet.”
