Page 33 of Bullied Forced Omega
I think back to all the women who made a pass at me over my life.
Then I think about Mira. In fact, through this whole conversation, I haven’t stopped thinking about Mira.
Dammit, that girl is embedded in my thoughts like a snake in my blood. She’s cast spells on me, and it’s distracting me from my duties as Alpha.
I wonder if she’s ok. She didn’t look that great when she left, and she complained about not feeling well.
“Do you want another beer?” Jacob asks, standing up.
“I’m good. Thanks. I’m probably heading out now anyway,” I say.I need to check on Mira.
Axel stands as well. “I’m also heading out. I’ve got a lot to do tomorrow.”
Dexter groans. “Come on, man, stay for one more beer.”
“You stay,” he huffs, “Just don’t be late for tomorrow morning’s pack meeting.”
Dexter lifts his beer and nods.
“Alright, Miles, you coming or catching a lift later?” I say, pushing my empty glass away and standing up.
“I’ll catch a lift later.”
Walking out of the bar toward my car, I can picture her in my mind. It’s as though she’s calling out to me, but not purposefully.
Guilt sits like a thorn in my side. Those assholes really upset her. She was silent, but it was easy to see.And that used to be me. I used to be the one mocking her, saying cruel, untruthful things to her. Fuck, I wonder if I will ever earn her forgiveness for the things I’ve done to her.
I swallow away the lump of agitation in my throat and duck into my car.
I have to apologize. It’s the real reason I left early.
***
Back at the compound, I walk quietly into her little cottage and find her sitting on the sofa with a blanket wrapped around her legs. She looks miserable.
“Mira, you look pale,” I say, concerned, as I sit next to her.
“Please, just go away, Jace,” she huffs.
“Stop being so stubborn,” I growl, reaching out to touch her face. “Your skin is hot. Are you running a fever?” I ask.
She turns her face away from my touch and sighs. “No, it’s not a fever, I just feel….yucky, ok. It’s not our problem.”
“Everything about youismy problem,” I snap, annoyed that she’s so damn stubborn and difficult with me, but won’t even stand up to those weak and pathetic bullies. “If that’s how you want to put it. You are entirely my problem. To take care of, to keep safe, to …” my voice trails off, and I clear my throat, surprised that even with her skin flushed and glimmering with perspiration while she’s not feeling well, my body is still bursting with intense need for her.
I force the desire from my thoughts and head to the kitchen.
“Will tea help? Or something to eat?”
She mumbles something that sounds likethere’s only one damn thing that will help.
“What?” I huff, “I didn’t hear you.”
“Tea, please, and you can heat up some leftover pasta.”
I dish up a big bowl for both of us. One thing you should never deny a wolf is a hearty bowl of food.
Back in the living room, I sit next to her again, noticing a subtle shift in her scent. It instantly puts Jux on high alert, and I groan silently, telling him to behave himself because she’s not feeling well, and her body is obviously trying to fight the fever she denies having.
