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It’s hard not to growl at him as I watch, and Caleb leaves the room completely. It feels odd to see her so helpless, but her breathing does regulate a bit once his sweater is on her.
Next, he inserts the IV with a flashlight due to dim lighting, tapes the cannula down, and starts the drip before standing, a small crease between his brows as he watches her.
“I want to lay down beside her and hold her, but I’m not sure if I should,” he admits, sighing.
“Do it,” I grunt, despite my jealousy. “That’s what we’re here for.”
Tyde slips off his shoes and places them outside the nest before laying down beside her, careful of the IV. As I step out to give them privacy, I watch as he buries his face in her neck and holds her. They seem to fit really well, especially as Nova sighs and whispers his name in relief.
I want her to say my name exactly like that one day. I just hope she doesn’t reject me instead for being an idiot.
Chapter Eight
TYDE
Nova smells incredible.Peonies and strawberries fill my senses, the perfect combination for me. Light and sweet, though I haven’t experienced either from her yet.
I have a feeling that’s more my fault than Nova’s though. I haven’t treated my omega very well, and I need to stop myself from blurting out the first thing that I think about.
For example, I’m unnaturally hard right now. I have alpha instincts like anyone else does, but my career has always been more important. I haven’t had sex since med school, actually. My sexual desire is pretty low, at least it was until Nova walked into my ER.
It’s actually why I thought Katee was her partner. I didn’t think there was a chance in hell that my scent match existed, or that there was any possibility that Nova would be single.
Instead, my lack of tact managed to fuck things up for me.
“Tyde,” she whispers, making me smile.
“I’m here,” I promise, kissing her neck. I have this overwhelming urge to bite her and growl at myself to focus.
I’m glad that Lars walked away, because I’d just be making a fool of myself yet again. It should bother me to have two unknown alphas in my house when I don’t even have a staff because I hate having to force myself to be normal.
Instead, I can walk around half naked if I want, I can eat takeout without anyone judging me, and I pay for people to clean and garden when I’m at the hospital.
My cock is digging into her side, and I try to shift my hips away, only to hear Nova whine unhappily.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, wanting to apologize for so much more. “I’m trying not to be a pervert.”
I suppose she isn’t some random omega, but the timing of all of this is so off. We haven’t had any time together where my mouth wasn’t running away from me, and now she’s in my house.
My hand is on her thigh because I want to touch her skin, rubbing it slowly as my chest rumbles. I have no idea if I’m doing this right or not. For the first time in my life, I’m letting my instincts lead me.
Lifting my face, I gaze at Nova, awed by her long, natural lashes and gorgeous lips. They appear pouty without trying, and the crown of my cock begins to leak as I imagine what they would feel like wrapped around me.
As if she can feel my gaze, her eyes open slowly, her face turning slightly as they do.
“Did I die?” she rasps.
The very idea that she very well could have died makes my chest hurt and I shake my head.
“No,” I reply.
There are so many things I want to say, but I bite them back. I can’t fuck this up and get kicked out of her nest.
Just because it’s my house, doesn’t mean this isn’t hers now.
“You smell nice,” she says, smiling softly. It’s clear that she feels loopy. Part of this is her heat, and the rest is entirely my fault. I put a small anxiety reliever in her banana bag to keep her calm.
Nova’s seizure and nose bleed concern me, and I want to keep her from freaking out. Not only is she in a place she won’t recognize, but omegas during their heat are naturally more high strung.
