Page 65 of Bullied Forced Omega
Reaching across the bed in search of Jace, I find the space empty and cold. He hasn’t been next to me for a while.
I close my eyes again and grumble to myself. Somehow, I still feel exhausted, like I’ve only slept for an hour. Oh, but that must be it. The sun hasn’t risen yet. That’s why it’s still dark. I snuggle back into the blankets and wonder where Jace is. Maybe he had to go and deal with some pack business.
I’m too tired to think about it now.
Lying in bed, I try to go back to sleep, but I’m worried about where he is, and it’s stopping me from drifting off again.
Worried, and too tired to move. It’s a horrible combination. My body is exhausted to the point where my joints are in pain.
I’ve never felt this tired before.
Sleep, Mira. You can’t do anything to help Jace if you’re this tired. Sleep, and help him when he comes back home.
But just as I’m thinking these thoughts, I hear the front door of the cottage open and close, and Mika does a happy wiggle, the same one she does whenever Jace is near.
“Are you awake?” he whispers at the bedroom door.
“Mm, where were you?” I ask, my voice groggy.
“I went to get us some dinner,” he says.
“Dinner?” I blurt out, confused.
“Yes, dinner.” He walks into the bedroom and sits on the edge of the bed, resting his hand on my forehead. “How do you feel?”
“Tired, aching, not that great to be honest.”
“That’s why I thought you should eat. Even though I didn’t want to wake you, I think you need to eat something.”
“I think sleep is more important,” I sigh, closing my eyes.
“Eat, then sleep again. You can’t go so long without food, Mira.”
I scoff, sighing loudly. “I’m sure I’ll survive. I ate while I was working this morning.”
“Mira, you’ve been asleep for almost fifteen hours,” Jace says calmly. “I carried you in at four this morning, you fell asleep almost instantly, and haven’t opened your eyes since. It’s seven in the evening now,” he explains.
I sit up too fast, and a wave of dizziness hits me. “What?” I snap, horrified. “I have to get up. I can’t believe you let me sleep that long. I have so much to do…”
“Mira!” he scolds, pushing me back into the bed as I try to climb out. “Stay!”
“Stay?” I pack up laughing. “Next, you’ll be telling me to roll over and that I’m a good girl,” I can’t stop laughing, even though my body is aching.
Jace is laughing too, unable to hold back. “Sorry, you’re just so challenging sometimes. It just blurted out of me,” he laughs louder. “But seriously. I’m not letting you go anywhere or do anything until you eat, ok?”
He pushes the tray of food toward me. “The chef at the pack house made lasagna,” he says.
My stomach growls loudly, and he shoots me a look that saysI told you so.
“It smells amazing,” I sigh.
“Come on, sit up, get comfortable,” he demands, sitting next to me and waiting until I’m positioned properly before handing me a plate of food.
Oh my goodness, I’m actually starving.
Jace watches me eating a little too fast, a grin on his face as he eats his own food. When my plate is empty, he hands me the remains of his.
“No, I can’t, you need to eat too,” I sigh.
