Page 120 of Rogue & Her Hunters
Like he knows that I was intending to run.
Uncomfortable, I perch on the edge of the bed.
“Sit up and eat something,” I command.
I can’t leave before Bird has eaten some breakfast. I can run on an empty stomach, but Bird has been too busy looking after Joker and me to care for himself.
He’ll be hungry.
I reach for the metal tray that rests on the oak nightstand. The tray is covered with a strange mixture of foods that Bird collected from what he lamented was the Hunters’ near empty kitchen: protein bars, slices of hard cheese, an apple, raisins, and diced Spam next to bottles of water.
I wrinkle my nose.
It’s less appetizing than the rations I ate, during my training in Adonis Hall.
Bird kisses Joker like it’s something he does every morning.
Joker wraps his arms around Bird and helps him to sit up next to him.
I watch in fascination, as Joker shakes and transforms back into a Beta.
A wave of possessiveness washes over me.
Not only does Joker feel like both my Omega and my Beta, but he is also the only other Rogue I have met.
We understand each other on a level that no one else can.
Joker takes a deep breath, and I understand that he’s centering himself into his dynamic, as well as the way that scents and sensations feel different.
Our gazes meet. I dart him an understanding smile.
His expression gentles.
Am I also the first Rogue Switch that he’s met?
Can I help how possessive I feel of him?
Why does it have to make this so much fucking harder?
I toss an apple to Joker, who catches it neatly. He holds it up to Bird to take a bite first and then he takes one for himself.
I force myself to munch on the hard cheese. “Are you still living on army rations?”
Joker freezes. “Old habits. We’re not tamed. Have you been investigating us?”
“You’ve been stalkingme. It’s only fair.”
“How much did you find out?”
He sounds scared. How much is there for me to discover? How bad is it?
My gaze cools. “Everything.”
It’s a lie. But one that normally tricks the truth out of people.
Joker’s shoulders slump. “Got it. That’s why you don’t want to be with me.”
Bird is glancing between us like we’re engaged in a tennis match.
