Page 27 of Sweethearts and Savages
I was left standing beside my opponent, under the chastising glare of Enit’s sister Carmen. She looked between us, and I had a vivid recollection of her climbing into my shower the other day, holding a knife to my dick and telling me not to hurt her sister. I couldn’t even resist the gulp. “Fix. It,” she growled, striding away.
The fire Djinn grinned at us. “Good fight, assholes,” he said, and the adrenaline that was still pulsing in my veins reared up. I was going to punch the smug look off his face, then break off the hands that had touched my girl. Mine. I lunged toward him but other hands grabbed at me.
Sammie whirled me around. “Go to the infirmary. You are pissing blood and I’m pretty sure you’ve cracked a rib. Go.”
He looked kind of disappointed in me too, so I gave him the finger. I hobbled out of the ring of light and into the darkness. Christopher slunk into the shadows in the other direction, but I would keep my senses open anyway. My knee ached something fierce by the time I got to the elevator that went to the infirmary.
I took the elevator down to the lower levels, and limped into the foyer. Stacey poked her head through the door, her eyebrows raising when she realized it was me.
“Guess I’ll be the favorite for a while if this is what I think it is,” she snarked, moving forward to help me into the exam room.
I just grunted my agreement. She was definitely the favorite for the foreseeable future. “She slapped Christopher, and the way she looked at me, Stace…”
She shook her head but didn’t tell me that it would be alright. I was learning that was Stacey’s way. She wouldn’t give you false platitudes. Wouldn’t say things to make you feel better. She was all facts and logic. I liked that about her. I knew where I stood with the Doc. “Okay, Alpha, tell me what hurts?”
Her frown got more and more disapproving as I listed my injuries. Definitely a cracked rib. Maybe I’d blown my knee a bit. I’d have to tape it for a while. The cut on my eyebrow was bleeding so bad it would probably need a stitch.
“Silly Alphas. You can’t see that the two Alphas she loves the most physically hurting each other would have caused her so much pain. All Alpha pheromones and not two brain cells between you,” she muttered under her breath.
I winced at her words. I knew she was right. I’d seen Enit’s face before she slapped the shit out of Christopher. I had some serious grovelling to do. “I think I might have fucked up, Doc.”
Stacey looked me dead in the eye and snorted. “You have definitely fucked up.” She pulled out a suture kit and snapped on some blue gloves. “Now sit still while I stab you repeatedly.”
I raised my eyebrow and then winced. “Did you just crack a joke, Doc?”
She slid the stitch through my skin and smiled at my grimace. “I find your pain amusing, yes. Especially when you are being dumb. Especially when you hurt our girlfriend’s feelings.”
Our girlfriend. If someone had asked what I thought would happen when I came to this Academy in Canada, the fact I’d meet an Omega and actuallyshareher with another person, let alone a human, never would have crossed my mind. I would have laughed my ass off. Like hysterical laughter.
“I know we’ve talked about this, Stace, but I’m really glad she chose you.”
She paused her stitching. “I'm glad she did too.”
13
Enit
Iwas so freaking mad. Stupid, arrogant assholes. Bohdie had been blowing up my phone, but I was ignoring it. He could deal with it for a day, because as my Mom always said, sometimes men were dumb and you had to rub their noses in their own stupidity. Plus, it was Family Day, so I had a legitimate reason to ignore his calls.
I muted my phone once more, my focus back on my gifts. Mom had bought me a cute purple dress that swirled around my thighs, and Nico got me a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses, the tiny signature in the corner telling me they’d cost an absolutely insane amount. Lucius had given me a pendant necklace that was shaped like a leaf, but if you flicked the button, half the leaf fell away and it became a knife. I chuckled low under my breath, and looked at my most damaged father.
“I love it. It’s beautiful.”
“Yes. Though you will never need it, as I will gut anyone who even hurts your feelings,” he said as he nuzzled Mom’s neck. We got used to PDA really young, because not all affection was sexual. The Pack used touch like a form of comfort and communication. Lucius used it as a way to keep his demons at bay.
I opened the rest of my presents. A beautiful leather-bound journal from Walker complemented a fountain pen with an inkwell from Tex. Judge gave me an antique text on herbalism which must have taken him ages to track down, and Brody gave me a new phone, as well as a beautiful resin cover that had fresh flowers pressed into it. X bought me a set of handcrafted knives with my name engraved in the side. I gasped when I held one and X grinned. “Ergonomic handles, perfect for stabbing or slicing.”
I laughed, stepping over to hug him, and then hugging the rest of my parents. “I love my presents. Thank you.” Then it was Mouse’s turn, and she tore into her presents like a savage.
Christopher leaned over, handing me a small, wrapped box. I took it and sat it in my lap, but didn’t look at him. “Thank you.”
“Come on, Enit. At least open it.”
I huffed, peeling open the wrapping. It was a jewellery box, and I flipped open the lid. Inside, there was a small crystal wolf carved out of rose quartz. It was beautiful, and would match my collection beautifully, which he knew. Because Christopher knew me better than any other person on the planet, which meant heknewthat fighting Bohdie would hurt my feelings. Would make me angry. But he did it anyway because I was an Omega and he was an Alpha.
I narrowed my eyes at him and bared my teeth. “Thank you. You aren’t forgiven,” I hissed. I would forgive him, eventually, because I loved him too. But he could enjoy wallowing in his own stupidity for a while.
I realized the parentals had stopped talking, their eyes taking in me and Christopher like they could scent the unrest in the air. They’d want to know why, and then Christopher would tell them about Bohdie, and then they’d all freak out because I was me. Scared, naive Enit.
