Chapter 7 Zeke
Zeke
The hospital parking lot where our bikes are parked is nearly barren. Light rain mists around us, making everything damp, but not soaked. Rafe and Eli already got us a room at a hotel.
“What now?” I ask, genuinely flummoxed.
“Now we go to the hotel the others got and get comfortable. We can’t leave close proximity to the omega until the bond settles. If it even does.”
Because incomplete pack bonds, where a scent-sensitive omega bites one member of the pack but doesn’t finish biting the rest, are not common.
I looked it up. The few cases I could find ended up resolving within a few weeks with a proper bond.
But this omega doesn’t know us, and we don’t know her.
That may not happen. The few cases of the bond remaining solitary without pack completion were extreme.
Constant illness. Lots of psychological affects I didn't want to look to closely at.
I think of the note I left her and hope she got it.
“I think—” Corbin begins.
“I didn’t ask what you think,” Gage snaps.
I roll my eyes. We all knew this was how it would go.
Corbin growls low, and Gage meets the roll of dominance crashing off him head-on. The dog sitting at Corbin's feet whines.
“For fuck’s sake,” I say, cutting them both off. “Let’s just get back to the hotel. If she needs us, she’ll text. I just—” I pull at the ends of my hair. “I wish I hadn’t fucked this up so badly.”
Gage claps me on the shoulder. “It’s not like you don’t have a bite mark too,” he reminds me.
“If you need anything—” Corbin starts.
“We’ll rely on each other,” Gage snaps before mounting his bike.
I follow suit, and the roar of the engine fills the air as we peel out, leaving our former dominant alpha standing on the pavement.