Page 74 of With A Little Luck
“Is this conversation causing you distress?”
“Maybe a little,” I say, deciding honesty is the best choice. “Only because I really want you and Hart to get along.”
“But it doesn’t bother you when I watch you when I can’t be there directly?” His tone and the way his head tilts lead me to believe he means it as a question.
“If I said it did, would you stop?” I tease my fingers over his heart, not giving him the chance to reply before continuing. “It doesn’t bother me. Maybe it should. I don’t know. I’ve been lonely for a long time. It was scary living in that big house all by myself. It sounds weird, but it actually gives me comfort to know you were watching over me.”
“I’m glad. It was only ever my intention to protect you.” Trigg flashes a small smile, and it seems almost pained. “I have something I should tell you while I have the chance.”
“Okay.” My mind races with possibilities, but I have no guesses about what he might say next.
“I didn’t just break into your house to place the cameras.” His dark eyes stare directly into mine, and his hand on my back tightens. “On occasion, I snuck in to watch you sleep.”
My jaw falls, and I blink repeatedly as my mind tries to process his words. “You came into the house while I was home?”
“Only while you were asleep, but yes.” He nods, and I catch sight of myself in the reflection of his glasses. Well, at least my face accurately portrays my shock.
“And I never woke up?”
Or sensed a threat?
God.
That’s terrifying.
“You didn’t,” he says, almost sounding amused. “Clearly. Otherwise, we would have had this conversation before now.”
My chest rises and falls in rapid pants as it really clicks. He could have murdered me in my sleep.
But he didn’t.
It’s still scary.
How does he even have the skills to do that? To get in and out without leaving any damage? And without me or any of my neighbors noticing…
“How much practice do you have breaking into houses?”
“A fair amount.” His nostrils flare, and his head tilts ever so softly. “Your scent changed. Are you frightened of me now?”
A horrible scoffing sound leaves my lips.
I have no idea what I’m feeling, but my instincts still don’t view him as a threat. It probably means my system is broken.
My head shakes, and I hear myself whisper, “No, but I need you to explain why you did it.”
“Unbonded pregnant omegas are rare. At first, I wanted to see if you had a pack. I intended to leave immediately upon gaining that information, but…” His cheeks turn pink. “You were peaceful, and you smelled nice. I’ve never felt attraction to another person, and it intrigued me. More than that, I felt a deep need to watch over you. To say it’s out of character for me would be putting it too mildly.” He shrugs. “It made me wonder if something bigger could be at play. I did more research about female omegas and pregnancy, and after learning about allthe complications that can occur, my instincts were even more convinced I was doing the right thing. I had to be sure you had access to my pheromones, so I would simply stretch out next to you as you slept. I never touched you in inappropriate ways?—”
I pull my hand off his chest, bringing my fingers to his lips. “If I was asleep, that makes any touch inappropriate unless you had prior consent.”
On one hand, I’m freaking out a little.
If Trigg could break in and lie next to me while I slept… That means I could have slept through a burglary or something even worse, like someone breaking in to try to kidnap me simply because I’m an unbonded omega.
That’s blowing my mind.
Another big part of me wonders if my system was trying to entice him to stay close. Alpha and omega biology is crazy sometimes. Compatible pheromones can induce emotional attachments way faster than for betas. Not to mention, my system flipped out the other night with Hart. It was almost like it mimicked a mini heat.
“Does this bother you?” he asks, brushing his fingers down my arm. “How about this?” He runs his thumb over my cheek and tucks my hair behind my ear.
