Page 121 of Eclipse Sector

Even a pasta dish.

Someone must have brought him meals.

Although, my recently run dishwasher—and the items inside it—suggested otherwise.

Did he cook for me?I wondered, my palm finding my belly again as my frown deepened.That suggests he cares.

Unless I was reading into the action too much.

Or maybe I was overreacting to his responses earlier.

Except… except he’d blatantly stated he had no interest in biting me. Well, not like that. But he’d said he wouldn’t have done it even if he could have.

“Because I wouldn’t have wanted to,” he’d said, the words lashing at my heart as I recalled them now.

The Alpha had never wanted—and would never want—a mate. He’d made that perfectly clear in the cruelest of ways.

I leaned against my refrigerator and huffed out a breath. “Then we don’t want him either,” I said, speaking on behalf of myself and the little one inside me.

Alas, my need for food still prevailed.

So I trudged into my room, found some suitable clothes, and left my condo to find something to satisfy my aching stomach.

Unlike Glacier Sector, Blood Sector had multiple places to shop, eat, and socialize. However, we shared most of our space with the humans under King Kieran’s protection, which made the city a little more populated.

The mortals tended to stick to themselves, a preference that made sense to me. To live here, they had to donate blood—which my kind then imbibed to maintain our connection to our V-Clan magic.

That made for some awkward social moments.

Although, there were a few humans who didn’t mind at all and in fact seemed to fancy the idea of donating blood in sensual ways.

A group of those humans stood just outside my favorite pizza place now, their eyes on a pair of Betas standing across the street.

“Gods, what I wouldn’t give to feel all that power inside me,” one of them was saying.

“I wonder if Beta Yuko will offer to bite me again if I invite Yasmina to join us?” another asked, causing my brow to furrow.

“I bet it feels so, so good. But I’ll never know. I’m not pretty like Isla is.”

Blinking, I glanced at the group, trying to figure out who had said that last one.

“Pepperoni sounds good,” a slender woman was saying, her voice reminding me of the one who had just commented on Beta Yuko.But not as good as Beta cock,I heard her add without her mouth moving. Her black eyes went to the Beta in question as her tongue dampened her lower lip.Gods, what I wouldn’t give to have his fangs in my neck again.

“Can we add sausage?” another girl asked, causing my gaze to shift to her.I’m suddenly in the mood for it after seeing that Alpha shift into his wolf earlier. Talk about impressive.

I gaped at the blonde.How are you doing that?

She jumped, her brown eyes flying toward me. “Excuse me?”

I blinked again.You heard that?

Her eyes widened even more. “I… I…” A blush stained her pale cheeks, herthoughtssuddenly an endless string of words.

She can talk into my mind. Oh, Gods, she read my mind. She heard me thinking about that Alpha. Gods, I hope it isn’therAlpha. She’s an Omega, right? I… I need to go. I need to say something. I need to?—

“Stop,” I begged, my hands holding my head as I fought off a headache.

Only, the others around her started thinking at me, too. Or just thinking in general. They were all suddenly concerned, their thoughts of the Betas disappearing into a cloud of bizarre judgment.