Page 41 of His Snowbound Omega

“Of course.”

“You should make one then. There’s a fur blanket folded on the couch as well. If there are any lights you don’t use, put them to the side. I have an idea for them.”

“What?” Thorn got up and went over to the fireplace he hadn’t touched in years. Sure enough, everything was there waiting for him.

“I just pictured how hot you’d be tied up with them.”

He dropped a log, the wood clattering loudly to the ground, the sound of the alpha’s laughter causing him to pout.

“I’m hanging up,” Thorn stated.

“I’m about to arrive anyway. Remember what I said.”

“I’ll eat.” His stomach growled as if in response, and he waited to see if the alpha would comment on it, but he must not have been able to hear it.

At least he didn’t embarrass himself twice in a row.

“I’ll contact you later,” Baal told him a second before the call ended.

Feeling better than he had all day, Thorn got to work decorating, only stopping to answer the door and receive the delivery.

Chapter 13:

“It’s going well then?” Aster asked a few days later.

“What?” Thorn finished typing out another message to Baal, and then lowered his device. “What did you say?”

His brother rolled his eyes, laughing at him. They were in the hospital room, but Aster no longer needed help getting off the bed or going to the bathroom. According to the doctor, he’d made great progress and would be able to enter the rehabilitation center sooner than they’d anticipated.

Thorn was nervous about it, since he wouldn’t be allowed to see him for a bit during that, but also understood the importance of restricting what types of pheromones Aster came into contact with while he was learning how to re-regulate his own.

“Your alpha,” Aster drawled. “Things seem to be going really well with him. He dropped by yesterday and seemed like he was in a good mood.”

“He came to see you?” Thorn hadn’t seen Baal in over a week.

“Don’t sound so disappointed.” He laughed more openly. “Wow, I can’t believe this. If anyone had told me I’d see someone tame my older brother, I would have called them crazy. You’re so gone for him.”

“I am not.” Crossing his arms, he leaned back in his chair. He’d been sitting at his bedside for the past hour. His laptop was open on the table across the room, since he’d planned on sticking around and attending his online class here.

“Sure,” Aster clearly didn’t believe him. “Well, if you ever decide you don’t want him, give him to me.”

His eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?”

“What? Only a moron would give up a good alpha like Baal. He’s rich, attentive, sexy—”

“He’s ten years older than you.”

“So?” Aster shrugged. “Hang onto him until I’m eighteen then.”

“You can’t have my—” Thorn abruptly stopped talking.

Good Light.

Had he really been about to say that?

Aster gave him a smug look. “See? You like him.”

“No, I don’t.” He couldn’t.