Page 85 of Pack Scratch Fever
Soothing.
I breathe him in and exhale him out.
Terror still thrums through me, insecurities eating me alive as the memories of that night in the hotel room linger in the back of my mind.
This could still go wrong.
“I have a duffel bag in my car with supplies,” I admit. “In case you don’t want to handle this.”
He grips me tighter, taking us down the hallway he showed me earlier. “This isn’t something to ‘handle.’ Stop talking about yourself like that.”
I huff against his skin.
I expect him to take me into his bedroom, but instead he pushes open the guest room door with his foot.
“Will this work for you?” he asks softly.
My jaw drops as I take in the space.
In front of me is the most inviting nest I’ve ever seen, with mountains of blankets and pillows spread across a sizeable comfy mattress.
Thick cream comforters make up the base of the nest, with thick knitted throw blankets on top of them. The pillows range in size, with a few thick and long enough to cuddle against.
An oak dresser is against the wall with more blankets folded on top of it.
It’s everything I could ever want in a nest and bedroom.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “This will work.”
The room is dimly lit by a bulb in the ceiling fan, the dark curtains of the window fully closed.
“If this isn’t to your liking, let me know,” he says, standing with me in his arms at the foot of the bed. “We can change anything you want.”
I frown as logic makes its way through the fog of my arousal and Heat symptoms. “Wait. You happen to have a nesting room?”
Was there an ex I don’t know about?
Why would they have this set up?
Would I be lying in another Omega’s nest?
The thought makes me ill.
Poe’s purr fades away, and he’s quiet for a significant amount of time. My anxiety worsens as my inner Omega starts to panic.
That was the wrong question to ask.
He doesn’t like us anymore.
Finally, he speaks.
“We do,” he says slowly, “for you.”
His words stun me.
“For me,” I repeat.
“We didn’t want to assume anything,” he adds quickly, placing me down on the ground. His eyes flick to mine, and I can’t read what’s behind his expression. “We just hoped.Ijust hoped.”
