The Light in Us

40. Fallon

40

Fallon

I curl myself up against the warmth.

Try to bury myself in it, to get away from the pain. It radiates inside my body; sharp, stabbing spikes that have me whimpering.

“Fallon.” A low voice says my name, sounding desperate. “The doctor is on the way.”

I don’t need a doctor. Whining, I push myself closer, nuzzling into him. “ Touch .”

It’s a plea. A plea ripped from somewhere deep inside as I appeal to the alpha holding me.

This is the right alpha. And I need him to touch me more than I need to breathe.

He sets me down into a cloud of soft, amazing-smelling bedding. I burrow into it, breathing deeply, my hand already reaching out.

When I don’t find him, my whine ripples again. “Don’t leave me.”

My face feels damp. A small, shuddering sob sounds in my chest, my tears otherwise silent.

“Fallon.” A gentle hand on my face. The alpha sounds distraught. “You’re breaking my heart, baby.”

I pull myself up and forward, beelining for this alpha with the woodsy scent. He tenses beneath me as I throw myself into him, burying my face in his neck and inhaling. “ Touch .”

At my guttural words, a huge hand covers my back. It soothes the burning even through my dress, so I push myself closer. “More.”

“Fallon.” But he does what I ask. I soften against him as his hand strokes over my back. His fingers spread across my neck, holding me. And he starts to vibrate against me, the low, purring sound comforting me in ways I don’t know how to express.

I just push into him, silently asking for more until that pain starts to recede. Heat and ice and burning dampens into a familiar ache, low in my stomach.

Murmurs around me. I pull away from the cold touch of metal, the alpha holding me still. “Let the doctor look at you.”

I don’t like the metal. But I obediently stay still, letting them poke and prod at me until they go away and I can curl back into the alpha with a sigh.

This is much better.