Page 25 of Vallaverse: Twist
The doorknob is icy in my hand when I twist it. Unforgiving and hard. The last thing I hear as I storm down the hall is Laz begging me to come back.
His Alpha isn't in any of the main rooms. I don't look for her, but the apartment feels empty. I don't care. I can't care. Laz isn't my Omega, and I have to leave.
The door slams behind me when I leave the apartment. I'm so stupid. I can't believe I've done this to myself. I let him pull me back into his orbit. I never should have taken his call. I need several drinks and an ice bath.
God.He smelled so good. Having his hands on me again was almost unbearable. I could have had him. His Alpha basically served him to me on a platter.
HisAlpha.
Where the fuck did she go? I cannot for the life of me understand why she would allow me near him in his state. I understand even less why she'd abandon him when he's having spikes in the first place, regardless of why he's having them.
I jab my fingers at the elevator buttons and push the button that closes the door an obscene amount of times. I have to get the fuck out of here before I do something stupid.
Unfortunately, I catch Laz's Alpha's scent when I step off onto the ground floor. Idiotic curiosity gets the best of me, and I follow it down a corridor to a closed door. The noises coming from the other side of the door pelt me with even more confusion. She is very obviously fucking the breath out of whoever is in there with her. What kind of fucked-up shit is this? She's down here fucking someone when her Omega is upstairs in his nest in pain and miserable with need.
Nest.
That wasn't a nest.
It was a wrinkled, stale bed.
Laz is up there, malnourished, barely breathing through heat spikes, and he doesn't even have afucking nest.
I'm going to rip this door off its hinges. Then I'm going to rip her... No. No, I'm not. I'm not doing either of those things.I don't know anything about whatever bullshit arrangement she and Laz have, but it's their bullshit arrangement. I can't leave him like that, though. I just can't.
Chapter Twelve
Brooks
There's a deli around the corner. I buy a turkey sandwich and two chocolate cookies and march back to Laz's room before I can change my mind. The door is still unlocked when I try it, and I lock it behind me.
I find Laz on his hands and knees on his bed when I walk into his room. He's taken his shirt off and his skin glistens with sweat as his chest heaves with shallow breaths. He is beautiful and loathsome, and I have never wanted to touch someone so badly in my entire life.
I'm so fucking afraid of him.
“Brooks.” He says my name like it's a prayer, and I'm the only god who can save him. “Please.” A tear trails from his eye and mixes with the sweat dripping from his nose. “It hurts so much. Help me. Please.”
I can clearly see the muscles in his abdomen bunching and twisting with the cramps that are torturing him. I know it hurts.I've seen it enough times. I put the paper bag of food on the chest of drawers beside the door before I take off my jacket.
“Yesssss,” he hisses. “Oh, God. Yes. Please. Hurry. I'm dying.”
He isn't dying, but I'm sure he feels like he is.
I roll my shoulders and allow myself a resigned sigh. This is going to hurt so much. “What do you need most?”
“You.”
“Yes, but what would help ease your pain most?”
He licks his lips, and his eyes flick down to my obvious arousal.
I know the look.
I cross the room and stop with my thighs brushing the side of his bed.
He doesn't hesitate. He shoves the bedding away and moves to sit in front of me with his legs spread on either side of mine and attacks my belt. The buckle jangles loudly in the room, and my body jerks as he undoes it and then starts on my slacks. He looks up at me again before he pulls me free of them.
“You sure?” he asks, and the wet tip of his tongue flicks out across his bottom lip again.
