Page 52 of The Alpha's Fake Mate
There was nothing good about it. I’d had maybe three hours of sleep.
I poured myself some coffee and took my plate to the head of the table where I’d sat at dinner. I was grateful to see no sign yet of the Alpha servants.
“Did you sleep well?” Orion asked.
“Not really, no.”
He leaned forward. “I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do?”
“This fake claim. I don’t trust it.”
“I have the best resources money can buy. It’s back-dated and no one will ever question it. I know you’re worried about his claim to the mate-bond, but ours will hold up.”
“I am damn well worried! I want that fucking blood test!”
He sat back, staring at me. “Yes, I know. I just now made an appointment.”
He turned his tablet to face me. I saw the name of a doctor at the top of the screen and a note that said:4 pm.
Orion leaned forward, his dark eyes flickering with warm brown highlights. “You’re safe with me. Whatever I have to do I will do to keep you safe. Would you like it in writing?”
Whatever he had to do? Did that include marking me with his own scent?
But of course not. Orion was a gentleman Alpha. He’d never do such a thing, especially to someone like me who was already ruined. Broken. I knew he liked me, but anything beyond that could never happen. I wouldn’t allow it. And despite him saying he wanted to be my friend, we didn’t really know each other.
“I haven’t even seen the claim.”
“I emailed it to you but your new computer isn’t set up yet. You’ll have it this afternoon.”
He thought of everything. To keep from looking more like a fool, I dived into my food, which was wonderful and fresh, but still crumbled like dust in my mouth.
“This afternoon, we’ll drive out to see the doctor and have him run the test, then we’ll have dinner out somewhere. We won’t know the results for a day.” His voice, as always, remained calm.
I grunted as I methodically cleaned my plate.
Alphas out of control. Lack of Omega rights. Omegas being hurt, even killed. Omegas kept as chattel. The problems of the world were huge, making my own seem so petty. I felt no mate-bond. Besides, if I ever saw Bosk again, somehow I’d find a way to kill him.
The rest of the morning was far from boring and for a while I forgot about my exhaustion and the doctor’s appointment.
I supervised while furniture including a new desk, chair and couch were brought into a bare downstairs room Orion had appointed as my office. A big set of boxes arrived which I saw to be a new computer with a huge flat screen. I would have settled for a laptop, but Orion had ordered a top of the line desktop with, I soon discovered, internal and external hard drives. When I opened another box I saw he’d ordered me a new laptop as well.
I quenched my guilt, knowing it was nothing to him to pay for this stuff, and set about getting everything in order. It took hours, for which I was grateful, in that it distracted me from my immediate problems.
Orion came by occasionally to check on the progress. He gave me permission to order any decorations I wanted online, then handed me a phone and a platinum Visa.
“These are yours. The Visa’s unlimited. Just don’t go buying exotic pets with it or something, at least unless you check with me first. But anything else is fine.”
“Even a Porsche?”
“Even a Porsche.”
“I don’t have a driver’s license.”
He waved his hand as if it didn’t matter. “Hire a driver.”
Anything could be mine simply by using the Visa. I stared at the card in my hand, and the phone. Things. He was giving me too many things. But I was in the outside world now. I needed them.
There was way more to this than met the eye. I wasn’t just a valued employee. Orion wanted to befriends.
