Page 91 of Chasing The Alpha's Son
“Hey, I meant you should rest.”
He helps me back to the bed, and as he lowers me down our gazes meet. I don’t know why, but something is telling me I can suss this guy out, so I squint a little and look into his eyes.
“Are you okay?” he asks, looking amused but not bothered.
A warm feeling spreads in my chest and suddenly I’m not afraid anymore. Something tells me I don’t need to worry. I settle back against the pillow and the guy moves to the sink.
“You want some tea?”
“Can you get Jasper?”
“It’s probably best if we wait a little longer—you know, so the medicine can take effect.” Why is he grinning like the medicine is working just fine and he wants an excuse to let Jasper stay out in the cold? “Now, tea?”
I cross my arms and huff. “What kind?”
The guy makes me a cup of peppermint tea and pours himself some other infusion that stinks like a campfire. He brings over the cup and pulls up the stool next to the bed.
“What’s your name?” I ask.
“Omar,” he replies, blowing to cool his drink.
“Well, thanks, Omar, for the tea.”
“No problem.” He grins and sips.
I do the same and burn my tongue a little.
“Are you in pain?” he asks, suddenly looking ultraconcerned.
“No,” I say, lisping with my burnt tongue hanging out the corner of my mouth. “Juss bur—my tun…”
He nods. “Good.”
“You some kind of healer too?”
He eyes me with this weird, content sort of smile. “No, I’m a traveler. Agatha was kind enough to let me stay for a few months during the winter in exchange for some help fixing up the cabin.”
“But you are a werewolf, I can smell that much.”
He laughs again and smiles brightly. “That bad, huh?”
“Not what I meant.”
“I know. Yes, I am a wolf.”
“A rogue?”
He bites down and his jaw twitches, the smile crinkles next to his eyes suddenly gone.
“It’s, like, cool if you are,” I say. “I know it’s not true, everything they say about rogues.”
His stare softens and he bows his head. “Yes, I am a rogue.”
Maybe it’s because I’m sitting in a bed, unable to stand and feeling vulnerable, but I don’t have any qualms about asking a follow-up. “What happened to your pack? If you don’t mind me asking.”
He sighs and lifts his brow.
“Well, it’s pretty simple really. I found my mate, I told my parents about my mate, they told the alpha, and we were both told to leave. No more pack.”
