Page 22 of Consider The Lilies

Bear knocks on Stanley’s bedroom door, and it instantly flies open.

Jessica, Stan’s maid, stands in the doorway. The beta looks a little awkward, almost like she doesn’t want to be here. Her dark eyes move from Bear to me, then to the doctor. “Mr. Stanley?” She turns, and her braided mousy-brown hair throws off a violent sheen. The beta always puts so much gel on her part, making her hair unbelievably stiff. “Mr. Cosner is here.”

Stanley suddenly appears, making Jessica rush to get out of his way. The alpha’s big body fills the doorframe as his gaze drifts over me. He scans my face before checking out my tits. But then he shifts his attention to Bear, and his eyes narrow. “What are you doing here?” he snarls, crossing his arms over his broad chest. His dark blue pajama pants hang loose on his hips, giving everyone a wonderful view of the outline of his limp cock. Even soft, Stanley has a massive dick. The man is a show-er.

“I only wanted to make sure the doctor found the right room,” Bear says before taking a careful step back. “I know my orders.”

“Good,” Stanley snaps. He clearly hasn’t had his morning cigarette yet. “Now, get the fuck out of here and go help Darius.”

I can see it in the bearded alpha’s tense expression—he wants to argue, but he also knows better. Stanley is forgiving when he wants to be, but he’s not someone you want to test your limits with.

“Let me know if you need anything,” Bear says politely, pretending to be unaffected by Stanley’s order. Then he turns to me. “I’ll catch up with you later.”

I give him a simple nod.

“This way.” Stanley disappears into his bedroom. Dr. Pearson slowly shuffles forward, and I follow him, not making it more than a few feet before I stop in my tracks.

The aroma in the room is insane. The floral sweet scent of omega saturates the air. I can make out notes of jasmine and primrose, laced with something sugary-sweet. Maybe honey?

Bear was right. He smells good.Too fucking good.

Last night, in the car, all I could smell was Stanley’s rage and Bear’s worry mixed with excitement. But now, I can see what Bear meant by the omega’s “addictive” aroma.

Stanley touches a lump on the center of the bed, waking the still-sleeping omega. “Stefan,” he says in a shockingly soft voice. “Wake up, omega.”

Stefan?That’s a decent name. Some of the omegas we’ve found have had the dumbest fucking names: Coco, Roxxi, Cinnamon. I often wonder what their parents were thinking.

The lump shifts, then groans. “What?” Stefan mumbles as he slowly sits up. His blond hair is a mess. His wild curls stick out in all directions and his body sways. He brings his fists up, rubbing both of his eyes hard. The blanket falls down his bare body, and my attention snaps to his chest. His skin is so smooth, and his little nipples are dark and pebbled.

“Where do you want him?” Stanley asks Pearson.

“He can stay in bed,” the doctor says, and Stefan jerks as if not realizing anyone else is in the room.

He whimpers, grabbing the blanket with his fists and jerking it up under his chin. At least he’s modest. The most obedient omegas are bashful and meek, and if I have to make room for this kid in my life, the least he can do is be respectable.

“What time is it?” Big green eyes scan the room, looking at Stanley and the doctor first. Then me.

He looks so young. So lost.

I was nineteen when I met Stanley—only a year older than this omega. While that was barely ten years ago, it still feels like an eternity.Did I ever look that innocent?

“Ms. Ito.” Pearson gives me a pointed look before dropping his gaze to the bag hanging off my shoulder.

Keeping my eyes on the omega, I quickly cross the room, placing the bag on the bed. I can’t stop staring at him. It’s been so long since I was this close to an omega. I forgot how delicate they are. Almost like a stiff breeze could rip them in two.

“Let’s see how you’re doing, young man.” Dr. Pearson puts on a pair of latex gloves, while Stanley and I stand next to the bed, both silently watching.

The exam is the same shit they do at the Morder. Eyes, ears, nose, throat. But then the beta touches Stefan’s hands still fisting the blanket. He has dark bruises on his wrists.Stanley does love to leave marks on his toys.

“I need to examine your penis and entrance,” the doctor says, leaning down to look Stefan in the eyes. “It won’t hurt.”

“Entrance?” The omega’s face scrunches up, and I glance at Stanley.

How does he not know what his entrance is? Especially after last night.But my pack alpha keeps his attention focused squarely on the omega in front of us.

“It’s your anus,” Dr. Pearson says. The second the words leave his mouth, Stefan’s whole face turns bright red as his eyes go wide with horror. “I promise to be quick.”

For a second, it looks like Stefan might scream or cry, but then he shocks me by taking a deep breath and simply closing his eyes. The blanket falls from his hands, landing in his lap, and I can’t help but be impressed.

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