The Omega Knotting a Stranger

9

LILY

T he hot shower is exactly what I needed. Staring at myself in the mirror, where my skin is flushed pink from the heat, I take my time combing through my damp hair. The bathroom is impressive for a cabin—spacious, with high-end fixtures and the kind of water pressure my bakery building can only dream about. Hunter’s cousin must be organized, leaving everything from hair products to lotions neatly arranged on glass shelves. I’ve helped myself to some leave-in conditioner that smells like vanilla and almonds.

I debate putting my hair up before deciding against it. Something about being in a house full of Alphas makes me want to keep it down, like a curtain I can hide behind if needed. The borrowed clothes fit better than they should—soft gray leggings that hug my curves without being too tight and an oversized cream sweater that feels like being wrapped in a cloud. It falls off one shoulder slightly, exposing more skin than I’d usually show around Alphas.