Page 14 of Outback Mate
The Alpha’s nostrils flare.
“I see. You’re one of her mail-order Omegas,” he states matter-of-factly, nodding his head once. “Well, she’s going to be disappointed.”
It’s like a knife to the gut. Disappointed?
“W-what?” I stare at him, but he’s busy gathering equipment from a cupboard.
What about me is a disappointment? All of my careful grooming is gone. I run my hand over my head, and my fingers snag on snarls of tangled hair. My makeup is probably running, and my dress is a sweat-soaked, wrinkled mess.
“That’s not very nice.”
For the first time, he appears flustered. His eyes widen and his hands raise to stop me from saying anything else.
“No, no. Not like that. I meant she’ll be disappointed she won’t get to meet you tonight. You’ll have to stay in the clinic under observation.”
“Oh.”
“You’re concussed,” he repeats earnestly, gesturing at my head, like it explains everything.
“I-I need to call Ida,” I reply. “She’s expecting me. I’m already late. She must be worried.”
“It’s fine, I’ll call her.”
I didn’t register it before, but he’s put on a pair of thick-rimmed glasses and is peering down his nose at my head.
The glasses aren’t helping with my growing attraction. Add in the streaks of grey at his temples, and he’s giving professor-vibes that makes my pussy clench.
He drags a stool in front of me and settles onto it. Our knees touch and a spark of electricity skates through my veins.
“Oh!” I gasp, my eyes darting up to his.
What the hell was that?
I felt the spark through every nerve ending in my body.
“Did you feel that?” I stammer in shock. That was… something special.
His jaw tightens, flexing as he grinds his teeth together.
“It’s static electricity. From the storm,” he grunts, focusing on the needle he’s bringing to my head. “Hold still. I’m numbing the spot before I stitch you up.”
My eyelashes flutter as I look at him in wonder.
That wasnotstatic electricity.
The cold point of the needle touches my temple, and my breath hitches at the slight sting.
Finally, for the first time since the accident, I catch a hint of his scent. My whole body tenses.
It’s like he’s coming into focus, and realisation washes over me.
“Sweet mother of all things bloody holy, that isnotstatic electricity!“ I splutter, pulling back to stare at him incredulously.
“Omega, you need to stay still,” he clips in frustration, reaching to steady me.
I hold up my hands, batting him away and pointing at him in accusation.
“Uh-uh. How can I sit still when it’syou?You’rehim!You smell like—“
