Page 11 of Alpha's Fated Desire

I let out a giant yawn and contemplated snuggling up under the cozy pink covers.

Would that be rude? After all, they had only brought me to this room for medical care.

I had no idea which room they expected me to stay in as their… guest.

At least, I think I was still their guest. My face warmed, remembering the way Chase had finished wrapping my bandages.

His hand had accidentally brushed against my clit, and I had to try so damn hard not to orgasm right then and there. God, it was so embarrassing! He probably thought I was some lonely freak.

But the ache between my legs was so hard to ignore now. Being around all these alphas was driving me crazy.

My panties were completely soaked through with my slick, and I knew there was no way I could sleep in them. The wetness was so uncomfortable, and I couldn’t handle any fabric touching my swollen clit right now.

I discreetly pulled them off, breathing a sigh of relief. I didn’t realize just how sensitive I felt down there.

I looked around furtively for a place to stash my underwear and then decided to stuff them under the bed.

I had to remember to grab them again whenever I left this place, but for now, that was the best place to store them.

I climbed back onto the bed and decided just to pull back the covers and sleep in the bed.

Screw it.

I was exhausted, and whatever issues my hosts were having downstairs clearly weren’t being resolved.

Suddenly, I heard a soft knock at the door as I was snuggling up against the pillows.

“Come in,” I called out.

Chase entered the room carrying a massive tray laden with food.

“I thought you might be hungry,” he said with a sheepish grin.

“Oh! That is so amazing!” I exclaimed.

My stomach rumbled loudly, to my chagrin. Chase let out a bellowing laugh and set the tray down at my bedside table. He quickly put together a plate and sat down next to me on the bed.

“Looks like I came right on time. Open up, sweetheart,” he said, bringing a forkful of pasta to my mouth.

I gaped at him in shock.

“ I can feed myself, you know,” I said, trying to grab the fork from his hand.

He tsked and held it out of reach.

“No omega guest of ours will have to bear the burden of eating by herself. What kind of an alpha pack do you take us for?” He said disapprovingly.

I sighed and opened my mouth, giving up. Clearly, this was a pack with strong alpha pride, and I really didn’t feel like butting heads about it.

He put the tangy pasta in my mouth, and I closed my eyes and moaned at the decadent flavors. It was so delicious and clearly made with care.

Chase made a strangled sound from deep in his throat, and I opened my eyes to see if he was okay.

“Are you hungry, too?” I asked him, confused.

His eyes were focused intently on my lips, and I suddenly felt self-conscious,

Did I have pasta sauce all over my mouth like a gluttonous pig? The other omegas used to tease me about how much I enjoyed food, and I probably got carried away right now and made a mess of myself.

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