Page 119 of An Omega for the Lycan Prince
I need to make sure Annalise is all well again before even thinking further. I approach the other side of her bed, sitting down next to her again. Rosalee sobs softly.
“Mom,” Annalise mutters, her voice hoarse. She still sounds tired, but more… here… than the last time. “Don’t cry.” She pauses. “Dad’s the drama queen, remember.”
“Oh, my baby,” she sobs.
“I, I fought back. Clawed one of the guys,” she explains, still in her daze. “Dad will be proud, won’t he?”
“Honey, your dad is always proud of you.”
Annalise seems to try and gather her senses. “How is the kid? And Aurelia? Ari?”
“Nox?” I ask softly. “He is recovering well. So are the others. Don’t worry. They will be alright.”
“They got hurt because of me…” she says softly.
“No, they fought for someone they deemed worthy,” I explain. “They fought for their future Luna, for me, for the pack's safety.”
“I should have been more careful.”
Rosalee strokes her hair. "On pack grounds, Annie? You couldn’t have known.”
"Don't you want to know what happened, Liam?" she asks me.
I rub over the back of her hand soothingly. “You don’t need to do that now.”
“Yes, I do.” She breathes heavily. “It’s fresh in my mind now. When I fall asleep again… it might be gone.”
“She is right,” my father says quietly.
I sigh, I don’t like that she wants to put so much strain on herself, but I must allow her to speak. I want to catch whoever is behind it. And I need to trust in her abilities too. “Dante is good at that,” I point out. “At asking the right questions.”
My father nods. “Finn, go and fetch Dante for us.”
I turn to look at Ella. “Ella, would you go with Vincent again to gather Annalise’s things? We didn’t bring much here.”
Ella nods. “Of course.” She gestures toward Vincent nonchalantly. “You are Vincent, right? What are we waiting for? Let’s go.”
My father is barely able to contain his grin. “Be careful, Vincent. El is dangerous.”
Vincent grins. “I figured. Just please don’t try to kill me.”
They both laugh and hurry away swiftly. Finn doesn’t take too long either. He is back soon, with Dante following him. When Dante steps into the room, he halts for a moment, taking a deep breath.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, furrowing my brows. Did he sense something? Is Annalise in danger again?
“Nothing… just…” he pauses. “Something smells really nice.”
The rest of us stay quiet, and my mother tilts her head. “Nice?”
“Nice is an understatement,” he frowns. “It’s intoxicating. Violets and oranges… one of you changed your perfume?”
“I didn’t,” my mother says evenly. There is something in her eyes, though, something knowing.
Rosalee has the same look in her eyes. “I’m not wearing any perfume at all.”
When Dante frowns, Finn grins. “You think it’s one of us guys?”
“You really believe one of us would spray themselves with a flowery, fruity odor?” my father asks with an amused smile.
