Page 125 of Foxy Filthy Omega

The door opened a crack and all I could see was darkness despite the time of day – that and the slight glow from his right eye. I couldn’t make out anything else thanks to how dark it was inside his apartment, but he didn’t exactly seem sick.

“See, I’m fine. I’m just not feeling well.”

Even now I couldn’t sense him, but he was right there in front of me. It was the most unsettling thing I’ve ever felt.

“Did you actually catch something or is this about the other day?” I pressed the back of my hand against his forehead and frowned at how hot it was. “Have you taken your temperature?”

His fingers wrapped around my wrist so quickly I jumped.

Soren threw my hand off him and then tried to push me away from the door so he could close it again, but I stuck my foot in between it and the doorjamb.

“Hey! What’s wrong with you?” I grabbed the door and yanked it open, but Soren wouldn’t budge.

Okay, this was starting to piss me off.

“Look, it’s just soup.” I held up the bag with the chicken noodle soup from the restaurant I ordered from when I wasn’t feeling well. “This always makes me feel better and I thought it would help you. Can I just come inside and warm it up for you? If you’re not feeling well, you should rest.”

His eyes flashed and that nervous flutter in my stomach hit again but I ignored it, more worried about why he was acting like this than anything.

A lot of alphas didn’t want anyone around when they were sick because any weakness could put them in danger. I knew that better than anyone, but that’s not why I was here.

“It’s my job to look after you, remember?” I dropped my voice to a soothing tone and leaned my head against the door so I’d look less aggressive and confrontational. “Are you really going to make me worry about you instead of just letting me help?”

Soren stared at me for a long time, but eventually he took a step back, giving me room to come inside, but just barely.

I slipped through the crack that was just wide enough for my body and nothing more. “Did you take your temperature? What about the doctor? Did you go see one yet?”

He still didn’t say anything, but I pretended not to notice as I took a look around, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness.

The door closed behind me and I turned slightly, trying to remind myself there was no reason to be so jumpy.

But the way Soren was looking at me was strange.

I set the soup down on the nearest flat surface. The urge to take his hand and comfort him was overwhelming so I slipped my hands in my jacket pockets instead.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he finally said, that intense gaze leaving me to settle on the soup I’d brought.

“Why not?” I tilted my head slightly and tried to decide if he was being so weird because he was feeling threatened by the presence of another alpha or if it was something else.

“Are you really that dense?”

I flinched despite myself. His tone was dull but his words cut.

“I can be,” I admitted. “So, why don’t you explain it to me?”

Soren didn’t respond. He just stared at me.

Fine. If he didn’t want to talk, he didn’t have to, but I wasn’t going to give up just because he was in a bad mood.

Shrugging off my jacket, I searched my surroundings until I found a light switch. “I’m going to heat up the soup. While I do that, why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”

I reached for the light switch and that massive hand wrapped around my wrist again. “Don’t.”

Okay, this was weird even for Soren.

I glared up at him and froze when I saw the look in his eyes.

His red eye was blazing and the fleck in his brown one was like a single flame in the never-ending darkness. It wasn'tsomething I’ve ever seen before, but my body was telling me that whatever it was, it wasn’t good.

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