Page 29 of Fall of the Alpha

Then again, she had hardly been in her right mind the past few days.

“Hello.” Bella sat up, very aware of her nudity. Pulling a sheet up to cover her, she bent her knees to curl into a little ball. “What are you doing here?”

It was the only thing she could think of to say. Because what was there to say when waking up in a nest full of… Bella didn’t want to think about it.

“I’m here to help you. Jordan is in the front room.” Trish’s gaze flicked to the door separating the rooms. “He thought it might be better if you woke up with just me in the room.”

She got the impression Trish was warning her against trying to run. Not that Bella would at the moment. She had no idea where she would run to. She also wasn’t sure she could run. All of her muscles still felt watery. The soreness between her legs had not subsided. Thinking about the reason made her flush.

“It’s okay. I’ve been through my heat, too.” Trish blushed and looked down at the ground before lifting her gaze again to meet Bella’s eyes. “I think that’s why they thought you might be more comfortable with me.”

Because they were in similar situations.

“What am I supposed to do?” The question came out a little shrill, but her tone didn’t seem to bother Trish.

The other Omega gave her a half-hearted smile.

“Well, for now, bathe. Eat. Drink. The bathing room is over there.” She pointed at one of the doors. Bella had known that already, but Trish couldn’t have known that she knew. “I’ll tell Jordan you’re awake.”

“Do you have to?” Bella suppressed a shiver. After the Wolf, Jordan was not quite as scary as before, but that didn’t mean she wanted to see him again.

“Yes.” Trish shot her a sympathetic look but didn’t back down. “Go. Get clean. You’ll feel better.” She looked away, dropping her head and muttering under her breath. “At least you’ll get to do it alone.”

Despite the softness of her complaint, Bella still heard it. She pressed her lips together. Jordan must not have let Trish bathe alone. She didn’t know how to feel about that.

Part of her was relieved she could be on her own for precious minutes… another part of her felt odd about knowing that Jordan had bathed Trish, but the Wolf had left Bella alone.

The odd feeling solidified.

Envy.

Surely not.

She pushed the emotions away, concentrating on her relief that he was not here.

Because she did not want him here.

She did not want to be here.

Everything had gone horribly wrong, and it was absolute insanity to feel anything but relief that he was not here this time when she woke up, that she would be able to bathe alone.

“Thank you,” Bella said softly, then headed into the bathing room, the sheet still wrapped around her. There was a mirror in there, which she’d noticed before but had not taken the time to look in. She had not cared about anything but the Wolf and how good he smelled. How much she’d wanted him. Needed him.

Closing her eyes, she shuddered as the memories wracked her for a long moment, then she took a deep breath and returned to the present. Dropping the sheet, she stared at herself in the mirror. Her dark hair was nearly as wild as the look in her eyes.

Her body was covered with marks. Bites that did not include any teeth, mostly on her breasts, but also on her hips and thighs. Her nipples looked darker than normal, as did the color of her pussy lips—at least from what she remembered. Or maybe she was imagining it because she knew of the attention they’d received over the past few days.

Turning, she could see several marks on her bottom as well.

When she lifted her hair, there was one on her neck.

The worst part was part of her liked looking at them.

Part of her felt a sense of satisfaction at seeing his marks all over her.

Part of me is sick in the head.

She knew she shouldn’t like any of this. Logically, she knew that. Yet that didn’t stop the emotions that surged when she looked at herself.

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