Chapter 108: Lost In The Moment
(MILES)
Fifteen minutes later, the fever breaks.
The feverish lust fades as my knot slips out of Arlo’s body. I feel weak and foolish, probably because I have never experienced an alpha rut before. My brain is still groggy, and my muscles mush. The fact that I lost complete control with Arlo mortifies me.
I claimed him.
Panic courses through me, and I squeeze my eyes shut. What we just did with each other was a fucking disaster. I have no idea where or how to begin to fix it. I can’t claim Arlo. The kid wants to kill Sasha. And even if he wasn’t driven by some sick murderous vendetta, I have no desire to claim an omega now. Hell, I don’t want a kid right now. And even if I secretly wanted that, Arlo would be the last omega I’d pick. He is too sassy. Too obnoxious. Too mouthy.
He is hell-bent on murdering my best friend.
I wonder if this is some sort of a trap to get through to Sasha. Could Arlo really be that devious? Was all that just an act? Or was I the only one completely consumed by the moment? The thoughts crossing my mind make me paranoid as I lie there with Arlo in my arms. Could it be possible that this became too real for him and now he’s about to start being clingy and needy?
Arlo suddenly hauls off and gives me a mighty chest punch that jogs me off of my thoughts. I frown and stare at him as he climbs down the bed, grabs his jeans from the floor and slams into the bathroom. I too get off the bed and dress up quickly then sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to come out of the bathroom.
I gently rub the spot on my chest where he hit. What was that for? Fifteen minutes have barely passed since he begged me to fuck him and bite him. Is he going to pretend he didn’t want what just happened between us?