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“Yes, Tillie—yes. Are you ready?”
“I am.”
I feel Ory’s shock within me, but I’m already being pulled away to my garden home—only this time, I’m not alone. Tillie is with me here, as Ory and his omega seize each other and set their fierce passion free.
CHAPTER 20
ETHAN
Someone has a case of thesurlies, and I think it might be me. After all that glowy wonder at our first pack meal—especially with my stunning lack of humility regarding my omega-approved, bacon cheesy bread aroma—I expected the high to last more than ten minutes or so. But here we are.
I’m seated beside Kaz as he drives the yacht around the ocean, feeling my murkiness index spiking. I mean, I don’tneedto be here. My presence definitely isn’t required, considering my esteemed alpha is refusing to use any of his words, either directly into my brain or out of his attractive mouth. I asked a dozen questions and received a dozensilences, which is annoying as fuck.
Without any available explanation, I don’t know what this is. Did I do something wrong? Fuck that—I know I didn’t do a damn thing wrong, at least not intentionally, and a good alpha knows that intentions matter. Agood alphawouldn’t allow me to sit here stewing, while using my worsening mood as a cheap form of entertainment.
Hold on… I can’t stop Kaz from listening to my thoughts, but I can control this station’s programming. Since he’s apparently enjoying my displeasure, it’s only fair to share the wealth. Isigh audibly and begin singing99 Bottles of Beerin my head, just for my alpha’s pleasure. What’s striking is that I’m just as horrendous a singer even when I don’t open my mouth. Unfortunately, by the time I reach88 Bottles of Beer, I’m ready to grab an anchor and head for the depths.
Who would have thought assassins had this kind of patience? Butsadists gotta sadist, and if he’s been cut off by the violence bartender, shouldn’t I expect him to find new, less bloody ways to get his evil jollies? My shoulders dip, and I study my hands, the letdown dragging me deeper.
Is this a lesson in submission? An officialrubbing the beta’s nosein the more exacting side of surrendering to an alpha? Is he expecting me to tap out and just sit here like an obedient beta, adoringly awaiting my alpha’s attention when he finally condescends to notice me? No, really—is that what this is?
Fucking crickets.
What do I want from him? What do I want for myself?
Answers—that’s what I want. He fucking collapsed, and I need to understand why and whether it will happen again. Is he okay now, or is he going to drop dead and…
I stop that thought before it reaches its selfish conclusion.
Kaz, you should be resting.
I hate crickets.
Fine. Here it is. Someone else could pilot the damnboat—yeah, I called it aboat. Don’t you want to punish me for my incorrect nautical terminology?
Nothing—no response at all.
Okay then,asshole.
There’s one thing I haven’t attempted, and I’m not sure why I didn’t start there. I begin to stand and find myself shoved back into my seat by an intense bark from my huffy alpha.
Just tell me what you want from me, Kaz. Or what I did to deserve the silent treatment. If you already regret bonding me…
That elicits a response in the form of an impressive rumbling inner growl.
Kaz did warn me. A guy who’s never even had a goldfish can’t exactly be expected to suddenly winResponsible Alpha Points. I’m lucky I’m not floating belly-up in a little glass bowl already. My alpha is not a man of the people. He’s fantastic in a crisis though—he proved that. So, maybe I should just sit here and allow for some quiet reflection on the nature of the universe.
That lasts roughly three seconds before I remember that abject obedience doesn’t suit an MMA fighter. Go figure. While Kaz isn’t much of a goldfish tamer, I’m not much of a domesticated goldfish. When I enter a cage, it’s to fight. But since I can’t pummel anyone, I’ll have to try something else. Testing my boundaries like a bratty child who was told to stay in his room, but who steps one inch into the hall just to see what happens, I pivot in my chair with my ass still on the seat. Not going anywhere,my liege… if that’s okay with you, of course.
Even the crickets’ cousins are silent now.
Well, at the very least, I gained a different view, and it’s not a bad one. Gideon’s a gorgeous man, charming, kind, strong, able to not only remember lines, but carry on full conversations. I wonder what would happen if I asked him to be my alpha. Oh, he doesfirst alphatremendously well—maybe I should ask him…
I release an embarrassing squeak when my nuts abruptly find themselves in an invisible vice that’s compressing more by the second. My cock is rigidly erect and pulsing painfully.
Okay…fine—I get it. You are my one and only alpha…for now.
My harsh gasp draws Gideon’s amused glance. Even from the kitchen where he’s doing dishes, our first alpha is aware of the complicated dance of newly bonded mates, where one-half of the pair is a psychopath and the other is downright surly. Fabulous.We’re the pack’s freaking sideshow. Next, we’ll be wearing clown makeup.
