Page 12 of Forbidden Bonds
“No! Of course not,” I say, finding a little spirit. “I didn’t have a choice. It was him or someone else. And mind-reading isn’t perfect. Sometimes it helps, and sometimes it makes things worse.” My chin lowers, and I feel his churning unease as he tries to work things out. “She’ll forgive him—Ethan won’t forgive me.” I force myself to meet his eyes, even though I’ve dedicated ten years to avoiding looking alphas in the eyes. Something tells me Lucian is a man who respects strength, even from a terrified omega. “I’m here, back in the Empire, after a ten-year nightmare. I don’t know how an alpha might even go about ruining an omega.” There is no mistaking the bitterness in my voice. “If last time was any indication, I probably won’t mind what they do.”
My stomach cramps painfully. “Oh.”Fuck!Please, not again! Not now.
Lucian’s thoughts devolve into a chaotic scatter, not that I have any capacity to unpick them.
“What exactly did you do to piss Ethan off?”
“None of your business,” I hiss, then double over with an agonized groan as another cramp tears through me.
“The fuck? Are you… going into heat?” —There is a pregnant pause— “You’ve got to be shitting me.”
I remain silent as slick gushes, saturating my panties.
His low, furious growl says he already knows the answer to his own question.
Chapter Six
Rhett
Another night, and another two women are in my bed. Their faces are beginning to blur. I can’t even remember their names, which could be awkward down the line if I groggily mutter the wrong one.
Done that before. Don’t recommend it as an approach.
I need to kick them out of my bed and my home.
But I’m tired, and having finally fucked them both into oblivion, I’m not mentally ready for the drama that will inevitably come with moving them on.
Only, their scent is irritating me. It’s missing that spicy tendril that keeps playing on my mind.
Maybe I’m finally losing it?
The distant ding of my elevator doors opening rouses me from almost sleep.
What the fuck? The only person with access is Lucian. If he’s here, it’s something urgent. Shit’s gone south. Shit that I don’t want to know about but will need to deal with.
Also, has he not heard about communicators?
I’m still thinking about getting up when the door to my bedroom is thrust open.
“Wake up, asshole,” Lucian says.
Yeah, there’s my snarky brother.I slowly lift my head to find him standing just inside the doorway holding a woman at arm’s length, as if touching her is abhorrent. She’s really petite… like, super tiny, and wearing some kind of tunic dress thing that’s ugly as fuck. I can’t see her face, just her silhouette in the light spilling from the lounge, but there is a glaring match going on between her and Lucian.
What the fuck?
The two women on either side of me lift their heads and pout at the interruption. I really went to town on them, so I understand they might be disgruntled to be woken up, too.
Lucian redirected his scowl at me. “Get rid of them,” he says. “I’ve brought you a present.”
Huh?
The woman beside Lucian fidgets, trying to peel his fingers off her arm. There’s something wrong with her. Off. Her other arm is wrapped around her stomach like she’s in pain… whoever she is, she better not puke in my goddamned bedroom.
“What the fuck? It’s the middle of the fucking night,” I mutter, sitting up. “Have you not heard of privacy, asshole?!”
“Get rid of them,” Lucian grits out.
“Fine,” I say. I guess I was looking for an excuse to kick these two out. Clearly, Lucian is not going to fuck off until we thrash this out. “You heard my brother. Get your asses out of here.”
