Page 47 of Packed in the Fire house

That was dangerous.

Walker hugged me for a moment before reaching for the body wash and slowly lathering up his hands, running them over my arms.

“Are they angry?” I asked, biting my lip, secretly enjoying the way he was slowly cleaning me. It was caring, almost adoring. When was the last time I’d let someone take care of me?

“They're surprised with the bonding but not angry.”

“Rune looked pretty damn pissed…” I trailed off.

“He walked in to find you crying while still on my knot. I understand why he was mad at me for a moment.”

I winced. “Oh, god, yeah, it probably looked bad, didn't it?”

Walker nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Luckily, I managed to avoid being punched. They’re watching over Luka, but I’m sure they’ll want to see you soon.”

I sniffed. “What do I say to them? Technically, they are my pack mates now! Oh god. It's not like I am a single omega who is free and open to bond. I have a child, for god’s sake, Walker. I can't be bonding alphas willy-nilly.”

Walker snorted, his hands gliding over my shoulders, massaging.

Fuck, his hands were magic.

“I'm not sure what came over us there, but I don't think it was willy-nilly.”

“What the hell even was that?” I asked, resisting the urge to stomp my foot. “One second, I was normal, the next…”

Walker took a deep breath. “I have no clue. I felt like I was suddenly in the middle of a rut.”

That explained the hungry look on his face. Alphas basically became fucking machines during ruts.

“Why aren't you freaking out more?” I huffed.

Walker shrugged. “Oh, I am freaking out. It's just internally. One of us needs to keep it together in this situation.”

“Well, you’re doing pretty good at it,” I mumbled.

“I know I’m probably not everything you wanted in an alpha, but there?—”

I whipped around to face him, my jaw dropping. It took a second for my brain to comprehend that he was suggesting thathewasn’t good enough forme.

“Walker, you are more than everything I wanted and imagined,” I assured him. “I'm the one with a bunch of history and baggage and a child!”

“Luka is a damn sweet baby. You’ll hear no complaints from me, or my pack mates. Honestly, we knew that when we eventually got around to finding an omega, though probably closer to us in age, they would have already lived a life.”

I narrowed my eyes. “How old are you?” I asked, biting my lip. I probably should have known how old the alpha was before I bit him.

“Thirty-two… How old are you?”

“Twenty-one,” I replied quietly. He was over a decade older than me. Not that I minded; he had an air of experience and maturity to him that I appreciated.

Also, the gray hair was hot as fuck.

Walker raised an eyebrow as he brushed some of my hair away from my face. “I would have pegged you for a bit older than that. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders and seem to have taken to motherhood like a duck to water.”

Now it was my turn to snort. “I most certainly did not take to motherhood easily.”

“You could have fooled me.” Walker smiled. “You must have been, what, nineteen when you got pregnant?”

“Yeah, nineteen.”

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