Page 48 of Damaged Princess

Anastasia pops out of my bedroom and I do a double take. She's got a pair of my gym shorts on and she's carrying my favorite pillow. She doesn't even glance our way, just heads straight for the nest.

The overpowering urge to follow her throws me off balance. But the nest is her safe place.

I can be patient and wait for her to let me in.

Chapter Eleven

Anastasia

Iglance around at the nest and decide I've officially gone off the deep end. My impulses demand I do something, but I don't know what it is I'm supposed to be doing.

"Ana?" Rafe calls through the closed door. "Breakfast is ready."

"Go away," I snap, fluffing one of the pillows. I'm wrapped in a soft fuzzy blanket, but I can't decide what to do. I organized for a while, but I got tired. Plus I kinda miss Wolfe, which makes me feel a little ridiculous. I bite my lip, looking at the door through the crack in the curtain. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you. Please go away?"

There. I'm obviously trying to be nicer. It may even have worked. I hope. I actually like Rafe. I have zero desire to be a raging bitch to him.

"Princess," Vik calls out. "You can come out for breakfast, or I'll come in and bring you a tray."

There's muttering and soft arguing at the door.

"I'm supposed to be taking care of her," Rafe says.

"Then do a better job of it," Vik snaps.

"Stop being an asshole," I yell, pulling a pillow to cover my head.

A few minutes later Rafe comes in with a tray of breakfast and keeps me company while I nibble at it.

"You should have a bit more," he says, holding out the orange juice.

"I can't," I say, shaking my head. "I don't feel great. Maybe later?"

"Okay," Rafe agrees. "But I am going to hold you to that."

He brushes his lips over my forehead, cleans up the mess, and heads out.

I groan. I'm starting to feel crappy again. My eyes watch the door. I really wish someone would come keep me company. I kinda thought Rafe would come back.

My skin feels overly sensitive and everything seems to hurt.

At least I'm not sick like last time.

It was mortifying to be so sick I had to be taken care of by them, but in a strange way it was kind of nice. Not that I ever want to feel sick like that again, it's just… I felt safe and cared for in a way I'd never felt before.

Not to mention the week I was sick after my heat.

I bury my face in the pillow as my face burns. Life as an omega isn't really all that glamorous. I realized that when the post-heat cramps started before the sex even ended.

It was mortifying. I shake my head. I don't even want to think about it.

Why don't they warn omegas of this stuff ahead of time? Maybe I should've paid better attention in my alpha and omega dynamics class in school.

Vik didn't seem all that fazed that I bled all over him and the nest. My face heats, and I cringe even thinking about it. They should definitely make a pamphlet or something that warns about that.

"I'm glad you got some breakfast," Vik says.

I sit up, studying him. What is he trying to pull? I didn't hear him come in.

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