9. Delicacy Is Bliss
Delicacy Is Bliss
~ICARUS~
“ G ot you, Little One.”
My voice barely pierces the air as it vibrates with vicious fury.
Catching this Omega in my grasp makes me realize how light she is. Her weight feels like nothing to me as I lean her back to cradle her in my arms. How fragile it makes her in my grasp, forcing me to move carefully as if one wrong move will hurt her. Damage her. My ears are ringing as I hold my breath to make sure she’s okay.
She hit the wall far harder than a female should. With no padding to cushion her impact, I’m surprised she didn’t break anything. I quickly pat her down, moving limbs to ensure she’s not making an immediate reaction that proves something is broken.
I can see the discomfort on her face, despite her unconsciousness, but I can safely assume nothing is broken.
If it was, I don’t think I’d leave this spot without committing murder.
More droplets begin to fall from the sky, forcing me to look up and confirm it’s going to rain heavily.
“Fuck.” I’m trying to think of the best way to do this.
I don’t want to take her to a hotel or a safe house.
In fact, I don’t want my eyes off her until I know she’s better.
When I can witness her wake up and give me those feisty looks while admiring me with those stunning blue eyes.
Just thinking about it pushes me to action as I scoop her up with ease. Walking back to where I left my coat hanging on a pole, I manage to go back on my knees and lower her so I can use one hand to lay my suit jacket on top of her.
The dress is stunning on her, and there’s no way I want it to get wet if it can be avoided.
I hear a muttering sound, making me tense up and dart my narrowed eyes back down the alleyway. I’m praying these fuckers stay down because if they do get up, they’ll regret it in the next life.
A few stilled seconds make me realize it’s coming from my phone that’s on the ground.
Ugh, I dropped it.
I know without even reaching for it that the screen is broken.
Not surprised.
“Why am I still on the line? Ugh. I should hang up. Fucker probably fighting douchebags who looked at him funny.”
I roll my eyes because that is something I’d do.
Bite me. I don’t give a fuck.
“You got a problem with that?” I answer to him. I can imagine him flinching at my sudden voice. Also makes me realize I sound mad. Very mad. “Next time, just hang up.”
“Wait! You’re mad as fuck. What happened? Are you okay?”
His concern makes me huff, but when I look down at the little Omega, I tame my boiling rage.
I don’t want to wake her…
“Alive and well,” I conclude. “I’m heading off first. If Kai or Kenji ask, say I have business to attend to.”
“O-Okay.” He knows not to argue with me when I make a decision. “I won’t be on the bus until tomorrow afternoon.”
The tour bus…
“Got it. I’ll schedule Mallory when I get to my next destination.” I’m rushing the conversation so I can get moving. The tour bus isn’t far from here. A few minutes’ walk at best, hidden among plentiful buses. We ensured to hide it well because of Nate’s crazy fans. “I’m hanging up.”
“Wait, Icarus,” Nate presses and quickly adds, “You sure you’re okay? Not hurt or anything, right?” I hear the slight anxiety in his voice, making me groan and try to tame my impatience.
He’s just worried about me.
“I’m good, Nate, seriously. You know I can defend myself. Just a few drunk Alphas who wanted to pick a fight because they got kicked out. Nothing else,” I assure him, though I’m staring at my little Omega.
She’s ours… fuck. I can’t believe we may have found her.
It feels like a dream I’m frightened to wake up from.
“Alright. Make sure you rest, and I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Mhmm.” I’m reaching out and lightly trailing my fingers along her cheek, realizing how soft her skin is. So pretty. “Get those NDAs signed.”
I hear him grunt, but he mutters, “Okay.”
I hang up, knowing he isn’t going to do it first. I quickly text Kai and Kenji in the group chat that business has come up and I’m leaving first, before scooping the little Omega.
Lowering my gaze to admire her one last time, I recall her flushed, happy expression in that camera lens to the sleeping woman in my arms.
“Astraea,” I whisper again and take a deep inhale of her scent.
There’s no denying it now.
“You’re ours now, Pretty Onega.”