Page 122 of Broken Omega

I get up, glad the floor is carpeted, but there’s a draft coming from someplace.

I pick up my boxer briefs and put them on, shivering as I look around the room.

The candle’s still burning; it’s only about halfway used up.

Brooke sits up on the bed, knees up with her arms wrapped around them.

“When did winter come?” she asks me, shaking her head. “It felt like we were lying in sunlight until my stupid heat calmed down.”

“I think there’s a draft,” I tell her. “This place is so old, I bet the windows are single-glazed.”

“I’m not looking forward to using the bathroom,” she admits. “The floor will be like ice.”

“I could carry you,” I offer. “Or you can have my socks.”

“Socks, please,” she says, holding out a hand.

I smile. “Just give me a second to find them.”

They’re halfway under the bed, alongside my shoes, it turns out.

I pass them to her, and she puts them on quickly, covering her red-painted toenails.

She takes a deep breath and gets up, dashing to the door and into the bathroom.

I look out into the hallway. This place has seemed pretty quiet the whole time we’ve been here. I guess it’s late enough at night for most folks to be in bed. It’s also possible that a bunch of these apartments are empty. It’s an old building. It’s not rundown, exactly, but I doubt the landlord is putting anything into renovations if this place is still using a paid meter for electrics.

I have to admit, it’s probably a good hiding place for a runaway Omega.

No one would suspect she’d come to an old building like this. Not when she’s used to the luxuries that come along with having a wealthy parent and being looked after in an elite Omega academy.

We’re safe, for now. Her father might know about me, but I bet he has no idea about Brooke’s other true mates. She didn’t meet them that long ago, and it was at the academy. If he doesn’t know about them, he’ll have no damn idea about this place.

I look for more sheets, then put the couple that I find on the bed, making it a little warmer.

I tug the edge back and tuck in the bottoms under the mattress to keep the heat in the bed.

There’s not much else I can do.

Brooke comes back in the green shirt I got her. She gets into bed, and I can see it’s just long enough to cover her modesty. I catch a glimpse of her bare ass before she disappears under the sheets, and my dick twitches inside my boxer briefs, as if it hasn’t had enough action for one night.

My mate raises an eyebrow at me from the bed, clearly noticing the movement.

“Ready for round two so soon?” she teases.

“Hey, I’m ready to go whenever my mate needs me,” I inform her, moving in close and taking her hand to kiss her knuckles. “All I need is a couple minutes to freshen up.”

She shakes her head at me as I let go. I glance back when I get to the door, to see her getting comfy under the sheets.

“Don’t take too long,” she tells me. “Or else I’ll have to get my own motor running.”

I’m ninety-nine percent sure she’s joking. Especially since it looks like she’s starting to fall asleep when she puts her head down on the pillow.

I go into the bathroom, wincing at how cold the tiles are under my feet. I don’t have to wait for my dick to behave to use the facilities. The shock of the icy-floor under my naked toes promptly removes any sign of life from my underwear.

I’m shuddering by the time I’m brushing my teeth.

The water’s not warm, either. Thankfully, there is a towel though.

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