"What about the rest of it?" he whispered, as if he didn't have the courage to hear it. "What if I don't stop?"Oldaric shrugged. "That's for you to know only, friend. But the fact that you're so concerned about doing it makes me think it's probably that you'd never do it."He recognized that Oldaric had been right and he couldn't answer that one just yet. He'd spent enough time recently looking inward at himself, but it wasn't complete. It left him raw and vulnerable, but it had to be said. He could never be the right mate for Nick as long as he didn't trust himself.They chatted a little more before Oldaric bid him farewell. Just as he was about to leave, he was surprised to his core as Oldaric hugged him. They did not hug. Never. Until he did so, he had no idea how much he required it. He hugged him in turn, his throat tightening.Oldaric at last succeeded and glared him in the eye. "You'll be okay, Lyon. I'm sure you'll make the right choice." He clapped his shoulder and left him
He didn't know if he was better off for having read the note. He was glad Lennon wasn't dead, at least not yet, and he was really grateful he didn't harbor a grudge. It smarted that he thought he was being kind to him. He'd never forget the raw fear in Lennon's eyes when he awoke, and yet he thanked him for taking care of wounds he'd given. That would never sit right.He stood staring off into space so long, he'd forgotten Oldaric was still there until he at last found his tongue."You know, if you do plan on taking Nick, you're going to have to tell him about it. He's earned an explanation."He turned his head to the side to look at his friend. He lacked the strength to do anything more than that. Did Oldaric really think he still could call him his own after what had occurred? "I don't know if I can. How is he ever going to be able to look at me the same afterward?Oldaric took a deep breath, looking rather exhausted. "I don't think you're doing him justice. I don't know Nick myself
He WAS HALF-way through his second bottle of whiskey, clutching the letter still unopened in a white-knuckled hand, when the doorbell rang. He wondered at first if he must be dreaming it. He had no way of knowing what time it was, but it was late, and no one ever called on him. He had dismissed his housekeeper hours before and she had a key to let herself back in if she needed to, but after the fourth ring, he was certain it wasn't just his imagination and felt his way to the door.He was standing there in shock staring at Oldaric Inwood standing in his entranceway with arms crossed over his chest and not pleased in any way."Are you going to let me in? Or are we having this discussion out here?" He staggered backward and Oldaric stalked his way inside.He had no idea why he was there, but he would not be surprised if his son and son-in-law were both involved.Oldaric and he got along fine. He was one of the few decent alphas to pass through those ranks, and they kind of grew up toget
He shook his head. No, he was wrong. He had to be. "He was crying, Ryan. I heard him.""Yeah, because you spurned him, you dickhead. You're his predestined mate and twice you left him. I can hardly bear for Robby to leave a room before me. I can hardly even imagine how it would feel to be rejected by my mate. I'm certain I'd go crazy."He rubbed his face in an effort to get what Ryan was suggesting with what he knew to be true. They did not mesh, but he could not determine what was accurate. He spent his whole adult life denying what he really felt on the inside, because he convinced himself he was wrong. Now Ryan was informing him it wasn't so? No, he just didn't understand."I like to hurt my lovers sexually. Make them bleed."Ryan didn't flinch. "You do understand how our biology works, don't you? You're not the first sadistic alpha. Gods only know Robby would tell me I've got one."It wasn't the same. He knew enough about their relationship to understand that Ryan always stayed in
"WE NEED TO TALK."He looked up from the papers he wasn't really reading when Ryan burst into his office without even bothering to knock, which he didn't need to. His jerk dad never did, but he usually had a little more finesse, which was just a sign of how mad he must be.The door shut behind him. He minimized the program and beckoned toward the chair his boss was already heading for. This was going to be a fun conversation.He pondered and pondered, attempting to comprehend what was wrong now. He knew it had something to do with a certain little omega, but what had changed to send him into a rage now? He had no idea what Nick said to Ryan about that night, if anything, but whatever it was, the two of them reached a tacit agreement to keep work at work. He did not mention Nick or how he botched it and did not try to subtly harass him for details on how or what he was doing.It had remained true for the past weeks, so he wasn't quite sure what was going to erupt from his mouth, but it
"So, I'm better than a stranger? You don't know me, either.".Gideon shrugged again. "True. I don't know you, not really, but what I do know, I like. You're nice, you're stronger than you appear, and I don't know how to say it, but I'm drawn to you.""I have a fated mate," he exclaimed, because although he didn't want to marry Gideon, he didn't want to hurt him. "He may have, uh, rejected me, but that hasn't changed the way I feel. I don't know if I'd ever be able to love another person or have the bond that I have with him. I-I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you."Gideon didn't seem upset though. "I know, Nick.". Ryan explained pretty much what happened that night. I understand. Look, I'm just not interested in you that way. I'm interested but it's not romantic. I enjoy being around you and being real friends with you but not being with you, not romantically. He looked down, his face flushing, "I-I don't have that kind of attraction to anyone if I'm being honest.". Or, uh, be interest