《Alpha's Little Omega 》全部章節：第 91 章 - 第 100 章

Omega’s POVLucas gets out of the bed and pulls on a crumpled pair of pants he picks up from the floor. He glances at me, then grabs a small duffel bag from behind the chair he was sitting in earlier and digs through it.“My stuff is going to be way too big on you, but you can’t exactly go down there naked. I’m pretty sure my wolf would have a fit,” he says as he searches through the bag.I raise my brows. “Why?”A pink tinge creeps across his cheeks. “Our bond is not only extremely new, it’s not complete yet, so my instincts are going a little haywire,” he replies. “Doc—the guy whose house this is—he’s only part of my pack on a technicality. I don’t know him very well, and I’m not sure that my wolf won’t view Doc as a threat.”“I see.” I slip off the bed, my bare feet thumping against the hardwood floor as I walk over to Lucas. “So, what you’re saying, it’s a possessive alpha thing?”Lucas grins at me. “Pretty much.”I give him a cheeky smile as I take the stack of clothes he hands m

Omega’s POVAfter wishing everyone a good night, Lucas and I head back upstairs and crawl into bed, not even bothering to get undressed. Lucas curls around my back, tucking me against his chest. He’s warm. And he smells good. And… for the moment, I let myself revel in nothing else but theconnection between us.The situation might be a little—okay, a lot—weird, but I can’t complain when it led me to the handsome alpha fated to be mine. There are plenty of things we still need to figure out, but that’s a problem for tomorrow.So, cocooned in warmth and the scent of mate and home and safety, I drift off to sleep.For the first time in I'm not sure how long, my dreams are clear, or at least intelligible, my human mind more easily able to process and understand the images playing through my head. Faces without names pop in and out along with places I don't recognize, but instinctively know somehow.A cabin in the woods.A dining room filled with people.An expansive view from the top of a

Lucas’s POVThere aren’t many reasons I can think of for someone to show up here uninvited at this particular point in time, and none of them are good. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like whoever’s at the door is going to do me the favor of simply going away, so I’m going to have to deal with them either way.I step back into the bedroom, turning to take Ollie’s face between my hands, and place a gentle kiss on his furrowed brow.“Nothing to worry about,” I say. “I’ll handle it.”“Crap timing though, right?” He flashes me a tiny smile, his cheeks going pink.“You can say that again.” I give him another kiss, then quickly slip into some clean clothes before heading toward the stairs.Ollie slips into the hallway behind me, a shadow on my heels, and though the feeling is faint, the connection between us thrums with his anxiety. He slides his hand into mine and I give his fingers a gentle squeeze.I move through the house near silently and when I reach the foyer by the front door, I pull

Ollie’s POVWith all the ups and downs of the morning—the dream, the tears, the conversation, the intimacy—my emotions are already all over the place, and the thought that there’s something inside me, something the humans put there… ugh. That just makes everything worse.A quiet, distressed whine builds in my throat, and I plaster myself to Lucas’s chest, brushing my nose over his arm and taking comfort from his scent. He curls his body around me protectively and rubs his cheek over my hair. I burrow in closer, wanting nothing more than to hide, using his arms as a shelter from the sudden onslaught of anxiety caused by those humans. And, well, everything else.“Don’t worry,” he says, his voice soft. “We’ll get rid of it.”He swings me into a bridal carry, then yells something to Nancy about going to pack, before carrying me upstairs to the bedroom and kicking the door shut behind us. Placing me on my feet, he tugs at the hem of my shirt with a single-minded intensity, his brow furrowe

Ollie’s POVNo matter how much I slept yesterday and last night, my body is still exhausted. Not surprising given the circumstances, but also a little frustrating since we’ve been driving less than ten minutes and I’m already struggling to keep my eyes open.As the world outside shifts from rolling hills to flatter expanses of farmland, my eyes grow even heavier and my mind drifts into a light doze, my senses coasting along the surface of sleep while still semi-aware of the real world around me.Instead of dreams, a sideshow of disconnected images flashes behind my eyes, each one too fleeting for me to fully grasp. More memories? Probably, but nothing that sticks out enough for me to hold on to and nothing that makes any sense to me.Swimming in a cold river.An imposing female figure.A teenage alpha with his arm around my shoulders.There’s no dialogue, no greater narrative to the images, and none of the people or places are clear enough for me to connect them with anything else flo