And if it’s Finn, I already know what the message says.
I really shouldn’t have said anything about Alora’s heat coming earlier. I know better than to do that shit. It’s just inviting disaster to come knocking.
At least we have Finn.
If we didn’t, I’d be freaking out a hell of a lot more.
Another notification goes off as I close the last of the suitcases and roll them into the sitting area to find Alora riding Wells.
“Do not knot her. Finn will be here any minute now, and we’re heading to the heat clinic.”
Wells doesn’t take his attention off our omega but nods. “Got it.”
“Here’s her silk robe. She needs to wear something out of the room, but I think that’s about all she’ll be able to tolerate.”
I lay it on the couch as a knock sounds on the door.
“Looks like it’s go time,” I tell my brother before taking a deep breath. “Please let nothing else go wrong. Please.”
Chapter Eleven
FINNEGAN
Igrab the last two bags from inside the room before doing a quick walk-through to make sure Jordan didn’t miss anything in his haste.
The beta is currently downstairs speaking with the front desk to let them know we’re leaving before he joins Wells and Alora in the car.
I haven’t really stopped long enough to think about what Alora going into heat might mean for me. I don’t want to be presumptuous by assuming they want me to take part in her heat, and if they don’t, that’s fine. I won’t do anything that everyone isn’t comfortable with.
That’s not why I got everything set up for her heat. It’s because I care about her, and I want to make sure she’s comfortable.
Getting her back to her nest at home isn’t possible, but getting one of the top heat suites booked for her is something I was able to do.
Same with driving the three of them to the heat center—although based on how hard her scent hit me whenJordan opened the hotel door, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to keep it together for the forty-five-minute drive.
Alpha up, Finnegan. You’ll do what you have to do to make sure that omega is safe and cared for.
I square my shoulders and roll my head to crack my neck before striding out the door.
What I’m feeling and thinking isn’t important, and I just need to keep reminding myself of that.
The only thing that matters right now is Alora, and I’ll do whatever I have to for her.
Even if it’s walking away and leaving the three of them to her heat.
The elevator doors slide open before I get a chance to press the button, revealing Jordan on the other side.
He shoots me a grin. “I was just coming up to help you.”
“No need,” I assure him as he steps back, allowing me to enter the elevator. “I walked through the hotel room, but it looks like you got everything when you were packing. I left the keycard on the table, and these are the last two bags.”
“You might not need help,” he says as he leans forward to press the button for the ground floor. “But I’m not just going to let you carry both bags when I have perfectly functioning arms.”
I want to argue with him—because I really don’t need the help—but the look in his eyes tells me it’s not an argument I’ll win. I pass him the smaller of the bags as I lean against the elevator wall.
“Are you going to be okay driving?” Jordan glances at me as we arrive in the lobby and step off.
I shrug. My immediate response is that, of course I will be, but I don’t know how accurate that is. “I think so. If I’m not, we’ll pull over and we can switch.”
