Page 11 of My Omega's Gift

“Please don’t.”

The wind rushed around us again, and I found myself wrapping my arms around my body, as if that would keep me any warmer. Nothing could. Not with this wind.

“Let’s go back.” He glanced down at the basket. “It looks like our friendly innkeeper sent us some goodies.”

“Yeah, he sent cocoa and cookies. There’s frosting in there too, I think—for dipping.” I’d never done that before, but I was game.

He shrugged then took the bag of pajamas from me.

“No.” I snatched both back. “It’s way too cold for you to be buck-ass naked out here.”

He looked around and, as if realizing it was below zero for the first time, agreed and shifted, his wolf moving gracefully through the snow as I carried the basket and bag back toward the cabin. He was stunning and huge. You’d be able to tell he was alpha from a long distance, but even so, he wasn’t intimidating. If anything, there was something warm and welcoming about him.

I longed to snuggled up with him in my wolf form, but that wasn’t going to happen. Not only was I too far along to be shifting, I wasn’t here with him as anything more than an uninvited sidekick. Not even that. At least sidekicks were wanted.

I filled the silence by talking about the decorations I’d noticed in the main building, the way Theo laughed like Santa Claus, and how I’d cleaned up a little in the cabin.

Mostly, I was talking to avoid thinking—because thinking led to places where I wasn’t the only one in the bed.

And Kurt deserved far better than the likes of me.

Chapter Eight

Kurt

I accompanied the omega back to the cabin in wolf form, listening to him speak to me along the way. He seemed more at ease with my wolf, even resting his hand on our head for a second, which the wolf adored. My beast was all in with this omega, and the moment we got back to him, anything the hunt did to take the edge off his anger melted away. He wanted the omega to be comfortable and happy, wanted to protect the baby, but he also wanted to find the evildoers.

There was not a whole lot I could do to convince him of the impracticality of that right at this moment.

Once back at the cabin, I shifted on the porch and dressed in the clothes I’d left there, before following Wade inside. He was setting a bag on the counter and turned to watch me carefully. My wolf took an annoying amount of pleasure in this, sure he liked him better.

“I’m a little tired,” he said. “Are you sure you won’t let me sleep in the laundry room or the living room?”

“You’re going to take the bed, and I will sleep by the fire in wolf form. I’m trying to let him out more while I’m here. He doesn’t get enough time otherwise.”

He protested a bit more, but while I tried to convince him I would be perfectly comfortable there, his yawns grew wider and deeper. “It’s not fair. You booked the room, and you should get the bed. I’m just so tired for some reason.”

“Could be the fact that you’re extremely pregnant?”

His cheeks flushed and one hand went to his swollen belly. It was the only part of him that had any substance, making me wonder how long he’d gone without regular meals. Again…wolfanger, but since I felt the same, it was hard to control us both. “I guess.”

“And what kind of alpha would allow any omega, much less a pregnant one, to sleep on the floor…” Damn. I already knew what kind and it was the one who impregnated this very good omega. “Not this kind.”

Taking him by the arm, I steered him toward the bedroom right off the main area. “I’ll have no more talk about it. My wolf is looking forward to sleeping by the fire, and I’m looking forward to knowing you are comfortable. Deal?” I paused by the bed and pulled the covers back.

“It does look nice.” The longing in his eyes… “Thank you, alpha.”

“Get some sleep, and we can talk more in the morning if you’re up for it. Now, before I leave you to get undressed and into this nice warm bed, can I bring you anything? Tea? Cocoa? Water?”

He shook his head. “No, I’ll just make a quick stop at the bathroom and then crawl between the sheets.”

“Good night, Wade.”

“Night, Kurt. I appreciate this.”

“Shhh, sleep time.”

Leaving him to get ready for bed, I stirred up the fire and went into the kitchenette to make a cup of tea for myself. By the time I heard him emerge from the bathroom and the mattress creak under him, I’d finished my drink and hesitated. I wanted to go in and make sure he was settled, but would he find that intrusive? Would he prefer to just settle in privately?

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