Page 8 of Such a Feisty Omega

I turned my focus back on Rhys who now had his arm around my waist and his head resting on my shoulder. We were in a low-light area and even with my shifter sight, I couldn’t tell exactly where he was injured.

“Can I be of assistance?” The alpha’s bass tone wrapped around my torso and squeezed, giving me a hug I didn’t know I needed.

“Is this the alpha?” I asked Rhys, ignoring my body’s reaction. “Is this your boyfriend?”

Rhys shook his head. “No. That’s not him.”

The alpha put his palms up. “Here. Let me help. I’m Andreas. I…work here.” Before I could register everything, Andreas scooped up Rhys, honeymoon style, and ticked his head, which I assumed was an order to follow him.

I followed the two of them through the main room and down a plain hallway to a door built into the wall. Andreas pressed on a slit in the wall that no one would notice if they weren’t looking. The door opened slowly and he walked inside a room that reminded me of the nurse’s office at school, outfitted with a modified exam table and a wall of cabinets as well as a desk occupied by another alpha. “Jabez, you busy?” he called.

The alpha looked up from a computer screen. “Not at this moment. Bring him in.”

“What’s your name?” Andreas asked Rhys, but somewhere along the line, the omega had fallen asleep or passed out. Which one, I wasn’t sure.

“His name is Rhys,” I provided once Andreas put his limp body on a bed. “Are you the healer?”

“I am.” Jabez went over to the omega and spoke to him, patting his cheeks until he awoke. He asked him some questions then nodded at the answers. “I think he is okay. He just needs rest and water. Andreas, can you order him a ride, please?”

When I looked over at the alpha who had brought Rhys in, his eyes were trained on me. Eventually, he cleared his throat and pulled out his phone and then put it back. Had he been checking me out? I didn’t have a problem with it, of course. I had been checking him out since the moment I saw him. He was tall but lean. Strong jaw. Full lips. Piercing green eyes. Not at all my type before tonight, but seeing him changed my mind. Maybe I’d been wrong about my type all along.

“You two can go on and enjoy the club. I promise I’ll take care of him.”

Rhys was drinking a bottle of cold water from the fridge in tiny sips as Jabez directed. From a nurse’s standpoint, he seemed good. He might have been physically hurt a bit, but most of it was emotional. Nothing but time and maybe therapy could cure that.

I walked over to the bed and put my hand over his. “Take care of yourself, okay?”

“Thank you, Julian. I really appreciate your help.”

I nodded and began to walk out with the intention of going home. I was intrigued by the different visuals and ways people explored their sexuality, but I didn’t know where to begin. I wanted to do more than watch.

“Julian?” Andreas’ voice resounded behind me. “Wait up, please.”

Pausing, I turned around. “Is he okay?”

“Rhys? Yes, Jabez will take care of him. I was wondering if you wanted a tour?”

I shrugged. A tour from this tower of an alpha? “I told the man at the front that I would explore on my own, but are you offering to give me one?”

He smiled but soon after, killed it, his lips pulling down as though he remembered he wasn’t supposed to be smiling. “I would love to give you a tour. After all, you are here on a guest pass. Might as well get your evening’s worth.”

“How did you know?” I asked.

“Our membership is not so large that we don’t know if there is a guest or a new member on the property.” The alpha extended an arm, and I thought for a second he was reaching for me. Time slowed. My stomach became a knot of nerves and yet, a new hunger rose, one that wanted his touch. Needed him to embrace me. Craved it like my next breath.

Chapter Nine

Andreas

I sent a message to the omega so he would have my phone number, but I hadn’t heard from him. Not that he’d said he would call or text, but I had hoped for at least agot itreply. Things were busy at home, with a parents’ event at preschool and a field trip to the local children’s museum. A pediatrician’s appointment and meetings with multiple subcontractors and the architect as well.

Although most of my working hours were at night while the club was closed, all of these things took place during the day, throwing off my whole schedule. And it didn’t help that when I did lie down to try to catnap, the image of that sweet, sweet omega helping the one in trouble bloomed in my mind.

Would it be all right to call him?

We knew one another only from the club, which was a work situation for me, and I’d always followed the adage, don’t shit where you eat. But there was a big difference between dating an employee in an ordinary business and going out with a member, or guest, at a club geared toward interpersonal interactions of the kink kind. Sometimes I thought Cuffed did a better job of matchmaking than any online dating app. And most of my fellow owners had met their mate here in one way or another.

So it was all right to call or text and ask him out.

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