Page 67 of Wicked Truths

She asks me a million different questions while drawing my blood and giving me an IV. She also does swabs to test for a bunch of things like the flu and strep throat. It appears she can do everything because she’s a one woman bundle of energy and efficiency.

“All right, I’m going to start the IV anti-nausea medication. You should get some relief soon. I’m going to check and see if you’re positive for any of the illnesses going around, and we’ll go from there.” She pulls off her gloves, giving me a wide smile. “Try to get some rest.”

I nod, curling tighter into the fetal position. My entire body hurts to the point I briefly wonder if maybe I did catch the flu or something. “Thank you.”

“I’m going to tell them to leave you be, unless you’d prefer I send them in?” Jess asks.

“I don’t mind.” I shrug because I really don’t know if I want to be alone, but having anyone around also feels weird because of how sick I am.

“Well, I’ll tell them it’s their call.” She pats the bed and heads out.

Hawk and Sullivan do come back after Jess leaves. Hawk paces the floor bare, but Sulli climbs into the hospital bed at my side. He curls around my back, running his fingers through my hair. It’s incredibly relaxing despite Hawk’s shoes echoing against the floor.

“He’s only in the bed with you because I have doubts it could hold my big ass up,” Hawk grumbles.

I laugh, but my eyes feel heavy, and it’s easier to breathe through the nausea when they’re closed. I suck in soothing hits of Sullivan’s cedar and citrus scent, focusing on the feeling of peace that comes as he teases his fingers through my hair.

ChapterTwenty-One

Marcus

“We’ll be there in less than ten minutes.” Liam stretches back in the town car next to me. “You need to chill. Your stress won’t do anything to help the situation.”

I shoot him a look that indicates he should drop dead, raising a middle finger just in case he’s not getting the full picture. “Please, shut the fuck up. You can tell my nerves are shot.”

“Yeah, but I’ve got good news.” Liam yanks his phone out of his pocket, clicking around and shoving it at me.

I blink at the screen, grabbing it from his outstretched hand. “Good for you. Your dick isn’t as diseased as I expected.” I toss the phone into his lap.

“Oomph,” he grunts. “Not cool, mate.” He runs his hand over his zipper. “Phones these days are heavy enough to damage your cock.”

“Be happy it didn’t land on your balls,” I retort, stretching back against the leather seat.

“You said you wanted my lab results. It’s straight from the tour doctor.” He shrugs. “Here’s your friendly heads up that if Oakley is in heat and willing to let me into her nest, Ifullyintend to meet her needs.”

My head falls back as it shakes. Yeah, sharing is hot in the moment, but I also really fucking dig that my dick is the only cock she’s ever taken. It’s also unrealistic as fuck to expect it to stay that way. I went into this fuck buddy, friends with benefits relationship knowing she’s an omega. Or I did after the first night we were together. I’ve had her to myself for going on two months, and I don’t think two years would be nearly long enough.

I sigh. I don’t hate Liam. Her suppressants are failing, and it has gotten more noticeable over time. It’s nearly impossible for one alpha to meet the needs of an omega in heat. I grew up with two beta parents.

Who knows how Damian Sinclair ended up an alpha coming from those two, but I never gave it much thought until the truth came out that he wasn’t even my biological father. Wayne and Susan never hid the fact that I wasn’t their kid, but I did think they were my biological grandparents for most of my life.

“Are we going to have problems?” Liam slides his foot over, kicking me with his shoe.

I scoff. “I don’t control Oakley.”

“Nah, but you’re in love with her,” Liam says casually.

My eyes dart toward his side of the car, but he’s staring out the window, watching the scenery. I don’t open my mouth to deny it. That’s how incredibly fucked I am. I’m not excellent at sharing, but I’ve dated betas exclusively in the past.

An omega is a completely different situation.

I know I caught serious feelings for the tender bundle of omega, but I’m also fucking terrified. Me giving a shit about a chick is pretty much the kiss of death to any relationship.

Hell, my own mother chucked me at her husband’s family and didn’t want a single fucking thing to do with me until I became her ticket back into the limelight.

“I’m pretty fucking sure she’s in love with you too,” Liam says, drawing me out of my thoughts. “I’m not trying to interfere with that. I’m just saying, I don’t like the idea of her filling her heat with a bunch of faceless alpha dicks. You know they’ll only be there to shove their knot inside her.”

There’s a certain comfort in that because afterward she’d be leaving with me while they stayed at the omega sanctuary. Then again, I get what Liam is saying.

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