He didn’t wait for Jake to respond; he just started walking with me in his arms. I squirmed to be let down but he held me tighter.
“I can walk, Logan.” I whispered while trying not to let him smell my vomit breath.
“I know you can,” was his simple response, “I want to do this.”
He didn’t let me down when we got into the car. In fact, he climbed into the back seat and left me straddling him. I tried to pull away but he didn’t let me. Someone else got into the front seat and started the car.
While I kept my face buried in his shoulder, he rubbed small circles on my back.
“Where am I driving to, Alpha?” I heard an unfamiliar voice ask.
“My house, Stephen; and make it quick.”
Stephen gave a grunt of acknowledgment and started to drive.
“How do you feel?” he asked. I opened my mouth to respond but shut it almost immediately and shrugged. “I’m sorry.”
He kissed the top of my head and pulled me impossibly closer to him.