Page 47 of Embracing Sky
I tried to move my arm, but it was pinned…or broken, seeing how badly it hurt. “Fletcher? Please,” I whimpered, my voice cracking, and that’s when panic truly took over.
The car was upside down. My seatbelt cut into my neck and chest from where it supported my body weight. What if nobody found us? What if this was it and we died? Adam would never know. We’d never get to say goodbye, and Fletcher…
Tears streamed down my cheeks. I let out a soft sob. Did the tarot lady curse us with that reading? Was this the darkness she mentioned? Was this my fault?
“Fletcher,” I cried out. “Wake up! Please, wake up!”
But Fletcher remained silent and still, and I couldn’t even tell if he was breathing. There was so much blood…
I sobbed harder, even though it hurt. “I’m sorry. Please don’t leave me. Please…” My vision blurred, from tears and from pain, and the last thing I saw before succumbing to the darkness was the flash of red and blue lights.
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ADAM
I was content.
I wasn’t sure how I got so lucky to have landed not only a devoted and loving husband, but now a sweet and snarky boyfriend as well. A boyfriend who was doingmanythings to my ego—and my dick.
Fletcher and I used to fuck all the time, but after the diagnosis that he was barren, he’d closed himself off from the grief. We’d never truly gotten back to where we were before. I never pushed, never coerced him into anything he wasn’t interested in, but damn, I missed sex.
With Fletcher, sex had almost always been intimate and loving, about sharing our bodies and souls. Sex with Sky was different. More primal, almost, like my wolf knew the Omega needed dominated and pinned down by an Alpha. It was hot as hell.
I hadn’t had them in bed together yet since Sky’s heat, but we were headed in that direction. I couldn’t wait.
After my suggestive 6-inch comment in the group chat, and ultimately deciding on what sub I wanted for lunch, I heard nothing back from either of them. I wasn’t too worried. Theywere probably too busy stuffing their faces and then driving home. I knew Fletcher enjoyed talking on long drives.
I texted them anyway.Can’t wait for that 6-inch ;)
Around 2:00 PM, the sound of sirens filled the air as several cop cars and an EMS vehicle whizzed past the diner at breakneck speed. Of course, everyone, both staff and customer, had to peer out the windows to watch.
“Must’ve been a big wreck or something,” Josie murmured as she wiped down a table with a damp rag. “Hope everyone’s okay.”
Something about the way she said it made my heart skip an unsteady beat. I quickly shut that thought down. No. Fletcher was an amazing driver. He was fine. They were just busy, that’s all.
I checked my phone again. Neither of them had read my text. Worries planted seeds in my mind and my heart and unable to focus on anything but my mates’ safe return, I holed up in the office to take some time for myself.
My phone rang, and my heart simultaneously leapt and sunk at the same time—because it wasn’t Fletcher’s number that popped up on the screen.
Dread filled my gut. I just knew something had happened. My inner-wolf whined and pawed at the back of my mind, worried as well.
“Hello?” I answered, my throat feeling thick.
“Hello. Is this Adam Rose?” The voice on the other end of the line was masculine and rusty, sounding more than a little weary.
“Speaking. Who is this?”
“This is Officer Deacon with the Greymercy Police Department. I’m calling about your husband.”
My stomach bottomed out.No…Not my mate. Not Fletcher. Not Sky. I choked on the words I tried to say, unable to speak aloud.
“He and another passenger were involved in a motor vehicle accident a short while ago. According to witnesses, another driver ran a red light and struck their vehicle. The car sustained heavy damage, but both men survived. They’ve been transported to Greymercy Hospital for treatment.”
Thank god. They were alive.
I all but flew to the hospital, calling an Uber immediately. I didn’t give a damn about the car. Fuck the car, we could buy a new one. The only thing I cared about was Fletcher’s and Sky’s safety. Were they okay? How badly were they hurt?
My Alpha instincts screamed at me to protect them, that I’d failed to do so by letting them go alone—but I knew that was foolish. They weren’t birds I could keep in a golden cage. They were people with hopes and dreams and lives. I couldn’t control them any more than I could control the reckless driver who hit them.
