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While we waited for the pizza to arrive, Adrian showed me his room with the serious demeanor of a child giving an important house tour. His bed was a twin size covered with a dinosaur comforter that had clearly seen better days. Drawings covered the walls -stick figures labeled “MOMMY” and “ME” in careful block letters, along with what appeared to be various prehistoric creatures rendered in crayon.
“This is my favorite,” Adrian said, pointing to a drawing that featured two stick figures standing under a large yellow circle. “That’s me and Mommy under the sun. I made it for her birthday.”
“She’s lucky to have such a thoughtful son,” I said softly.
“I wish I had a daddy too,” Adrian said matter-of-factly, settling onto his bed and hugging a stuffed wolf that looked like it had been loved nearly to death. “Mommy says maybe someday we’ll find him, but I think he might not want to find us.”
“Why would you think that?”
Adrian shrugged with the casual philosophy of childhood. “Because if he wanted to find us, he would have already, right? Mommy’s really pretty and really nice. If he knew about us, he’d come back.”
When the pizza arrived, I found myself sitting on Callie’s worn couch with Adrian curled up beside me, both of us eating from paper plates while some animated movie played on her small television. It should have felt awkward -I’d never spent time with children before, had no idea how to talk to them or what they found interesting.
Instead, it felt strangely natural. Adrian chattered away about school, his friends, and the book his teacher was reading to the class, occasionally pausing to ask me questions about being an Alpha or what it was like to run a big company. His curiosity was endless and refreshing.
By eight o’clock, Adrian was yawning despite his best efforts to stay awake. I carried him to his room, helped him brush his teeth in the tiny bathroom, and tucked him into his dinosaur-covered bed.
“Will you check on Mommy?” he asked sleepily, his small hand curling around my finger. “Make sure she’s not sick anymore?”
“I will,” I promised, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.
I made my way to Callie’s bedroom, carrying a bowl of the soup I’d managed to heat without completely destroying and a glass of water I’d optimistically hoped might help bring down her fever. What I found when I pushed open her door made my heart stop in my chest.
Callie was lying unconscious on her small bed, still wearing the clothes she’d fled in -a simple blouse and dark pants that were now torn and stained with blood. Her face was pale except for the violent purple bruise blooming across her left cheek, and I could see dried blood at the corner of her mouth.
When I set down the soup and reached for the edge of her shirt to assess her injuries properly, I discovered that her bra had been torn nearly in half, the delicate lace shredded beyond repair, showing her naked breast.
Cameron’s POV
The sight of Callie lying unconscious and injured in her small bed made something primal and murderous rise in my chest. Her torn clothing, the dried blood at the corner of her mouth, the violent bruise spreading across her delicate cheek -each detail was like gasoline thrown on the fire of my rage.
*Someone hurt our mate,* Alex snarled in my mind, his mental voice sharp with protective fury. *Find them. Kill them.*
But beneath the rage was something else -an overwhelming need to kiss and possess her, to leave my mark on her bare breast. I set down the soup I’d brought and moved to the small bathroom, gathering clean washcloths and a bowl of warm water.
When I returned to her bedside, I hesitated for a moment, my hands hovering over the torn fabric of her blouse. The mate bond between us hummed with awareness, and despite her unconscious state, my body responded to her proximity with an intensity that made my pants uncomfortably tight.
*Focus,* I commanded myself sternly. *She’s hurt. She needs care, not your lack of control.*
I began cleaning the dried blood from her face with gentle strokes, careful not to apply too much pressure to the bruised areas. Her skin was soft as silk beneath the cloth, and I found myself marveling at the delicate bone structure of her face, the way her dark lashes fanned across her cheeks.
The torn blouse had to go. As carefully as possible, I eased the damaged fabric off her shoulders, trying not to think about the way the movement revealed the creamy expanse of her skin. Her bra was shredded beyond repair, the delicate lace hanging in tatters.
My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight of her bare chest -pale skin marked with bruises that made my wolf howl with rage, but also curves that were absolutely perfect. Her breasts were full and round, the nipples a soft pink that seemed to call to my mouth.
*Stop,* I commanded myself, even as heat pooled low in my belly. *She’s unconscious and injured. Have some fucking dignity.*
I forced myself to focus on the task at hand, using the warm cloth to gently clean away dirt and dried sweat from her skin. Each stroke was careful, clinical, though my hands trembled slightly as they moved over the soft curves of her body.
I eased the nightgown over her head, carefully maneuvering her unconscious form to get her arms through the sleeves. The simple cotton felt like silk beneath my fingers, and I had to resist the urge to let my hands linger on her skin longer than necessary.
As I was pulling the covers up to her chin, Callie stirred slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her eyelashes fluttered, and then those magnificent emerald eyes opened, unfocused and confused as they tried to make sense of her surroundings.
“This is quite the development,” she said, her voice hoarse but carrying a hint of her usual spirit. “What exactly is happening here, Alpha? Are you reenacting Sleeping Beauty?”
“Something like that,” I admitted, settling into the small chair beside her bed. “Though I think you’re mixing up your fairy tales. Sleeping Beauty didn’t wake up making smart remarks.”
“Maybe she should have,” Callie said, trying to push herself up into a sitting position and immediately wincing as the movement sent pain shooting through her ribs. “Would have made the story more interesting.”
“Easy,” I said, reaching out instinctively to steady her. “You’ve been through hell tonight. Just rest.”
“Adrian,” she said suddenly, panic flashing in her eyes as full awareness returned. “Where’s Adrian? Is he safe? Did they hurt him?”
“He’s fine,” I assured her quickly, my hand settling on her shoulder to keep her from trying to get up. “I found him in the border forests and brought him home. He had dinner, told me about fifteen different dinosaurs in remarkable detail, and is now sleeping peacefully in his room.”
Relief flooded her features, so intense that tears began spilling down her cheeks. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion. “God, Cameron, thank you. I was so scared. When I realized they’d taken him…”
“Who did this to you?” The question came out rougher than intended, my protective instincts overriding my attempt to remain calm.
Callie’s expression darkened, pain and anger warring in her green eyes. “My loving family,” she said bitterly. “Elizabeth, my adopted mother called, demanded I come home. When I got there, they had some disgusting old man named Harold waiting -apparently they’d arranged to sell me to him like livestock.”
White-hot rage exploded through my system. “They what?”
“Fifty thousand dollars for one lightly used omega,” Callie continued, her voice growing stronger with fury. “Harold was quite excited about the prospect of having a young wife who could bear children. Elizabeth thought it was the perfect solution to their financial problems.”
I was on my feet before I realized I’d moved, my hands clenched into fists as Alex howled for blood in my mind. “Give me names,” I said, my voice carrying enough alpha authority to make the windows rattle. “Addresses. I want every detail.”
“Cameron, no.” Callie’s hand shot out to grab my wrist, her fingers surprisingly strong despite her weakened state. “They’re not worth it. I handled it.”
“You were beaten unconscious!”
“After I put Harold in the hospital and left Elizabeth bleeding on the floor.” A fierce smile curved her lips, transforming her face from beautiful to absolutely magnificent. “Turns out omega doesn’t mean helpless. Who knew?”
The pride in her voice made my chest swell with something that felt dangerously close to admiration. My mate was a fighter.
But before I could respond, Callie’s expression shifted, becoming distant and cold. “Anyway,” she said, pulling her hand away from mine and settling back against her pillows, “thank you for bringing Adrian home safely. I’m sure you have more important things to deal with than babysitting a beaten-up omega and her son.”
“Callie -“
“Really, Cameron, you should go.” Her voice was carefully polite, but there was something underneath it that made my wolf whimper with distress. “I’m sure Anna is wondering where you are. After all, you wouldn’t want to keep your fiancee waiting.”
“Callie, it’s not what you think -“
She turned her face away from me, focusing on the wall instead of meeting my eyes. “She has your pendant, Cameron.”
“Don’t waste your time with me,” Callie continued, her voice growing stronger and more cutting with each word. “I’m just the omega employee who you happened to sleep with in a moment of weakness. Anna is your real mate, the one you’ve been searching for. Don’t let me keep you from your happily ever after.”
Callie’s POV
The silence in my small bedroom felt heavy and charged, like the air before a thunderstorm. Cameron sat in the worn chair beside my bed, his powerful frame looking almost comically large in the tiny space. His dark hair was disheveled from running his hands through it, and his expensive shirt was wrinkled from carrying Adrian through the forest. Even exhausted and worried, he was devastatingly handsome.
But all I could think about was Anna Blackwood, draped all over him in the lobby like a designer accessory, waving that golden pendant like a victory flag.
“You should go,” I said quietly, my voice barely above a whisper as I focused on the worn pattern of my bedspread rather than meeting his penetrating blue eyes. “Anna is probably wondering where you disappeared to.”
“Callie -“
“Really, Cameron.” I forced myself to look at him, mustering what little dignity I had left after the evening’s disasters. “I appreciate everything you’ve done tonight -finding Adrian, bringing him home safely, taking care of us both. But I understand the situation. Anna has your pendant. She’s the woman you’ve been searching for. I won’t stand in the way of that.”
The words tasted like ash in my mouth, but I forced them out anyway. Better to end this cleanly now than to drag out the inevitable heartbreak.
Cameron leaned forward in his chair, his eyes blazing with an intensity that made my breath catch. “What if I told you that I don’t give a damn about Anna Blackwood?”
“I’d say you’re being kind to spare my feelings,” I replied, though hope fluttered weakly in my chest like a dying bird. “She has proof of your relationship -“
“She has a pendant.” His voice cut through my words like a blade. “Nothing more.”
“Cameron -“
“Let me finish.” He stood abruptly, his movement sharp and predatory as he began pacing the cramped space between my bed and the dresser. The small room seemed to shrink around his imposing presence, making the air feel thick and charged with electricity.
“Yes, I made promises to whoever held that pendant,” he said, his voice rough with barely controlled emotion. “Financial compensation, a position, security -material things that seemed important at the time.” He stopped pacing and turned to face me, his blue eyes blazing with an intensity that made my breath catch. “But that was before I realized what I really wanted.”
“What do you want?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
“You.” The word came out like a growl, raw and possessive and absolutely devastating. “Only you. I don’t give a damn about pendants or promises or the past. Anna can have whatever money she wants, whatever job she thinks she deserves. None of it matters.”
He moved closer to my bed, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body, could smell that intoxicating blend of sandalwood and masculine power that made my wolf whimper with need.
“Callie,” he said, my name sounding like a prayer on his lips. “I’ve wasted five years chasing a ghost when what I wanted was right here all along.”
I reached out tentatively, my fingers brushing against his hand where it rested on the arm of the chair. The contact sent electricity shooting up my arm, and I saw his pupils dilate in response.
I could feel my body responding to his proximity despite the pain and exhaustion. His scent was stronger here in the confined space, wrapping around me like silk ribbons and making my wolf purr with contentment.
“Cameron,” I breathed, my voice taking on a breathy quality that had nothing to do with my injuries and everything to do with the way he was looking at me -like I was something precious and desired and absolutely essential to his existence.
He leaned closer, his lips hovering just inches from mine. “I should let you rest,” he said, though his voice suggested that rest was the last thing on his mind.
“Should you?” I whispered, tilting my face up toward his.
The space between us crackled with electricity. I could feel his breath against my lips, could see the way his eyes had darkened with desire that matched my own.
Just as our mouths were about to meet, a small voice called out from the living room, breaking the spell that had been weaving around us.
“Mr. Cameron? I can’t sleep!”
We sprang apart like guilty teenagers, both of us breathing hard and staring at each other with a mixture of frustration and amusement.
“Duty calls,” I said softly, though I made no move to pull my hand from his.
