Page 70 of My Monster’s Keeper

Eventually, she gets tired, and I pick her up and carry her to the bed. Stix pulls back the quilt, and I lay her in, tucking the material around her.

She rolls towards me and lets out a gentle purr. I focus on her face instantly, listening to that sound as it fades and vanishes.

“You heard that?” I whisper.

Frost nods. “I heard it. Diablos is wrong.”

“We need to be sure. It’s her life at stake.”

Frost climbs into bed beside her, laying on the covers and staring at her face. Puppy appears and curls up on the end of the bed, but Stix stays near the window.

I approach him cautiously. “We don’t need to learn all of this stuff if we aren’t staying.”

“No, we don’t, but we will,” Stix murmurs.

“Why?”

“Because this is two weeks to really get to know Becky. To discover if she is the one for us or not. It’s to figure out if we can do this together. If Puppy can learn not to hunt her. And we both know that you aren’t leaving Wilder, so drop the act.”

“So, this is a test drive?”

“Yes. But it also gives us time to see if there are any other signs that she’s an omega.”

I stare out at the bright lights. The horrible concrete world doesn’t look so ugly now.

“In the courts, they kept me away from the green and wilds. They kept me chained in places like this.”

“You aren’t in chains. You are free to go Wilder, anytime you need. This is a totally different situation. And she is a totally different female. No one is going to force you to do anything.”

I growl at him, but he just smiles smugly and leaves me by the window.

Chapter 20

Becky

The difficulty with teaching them via the television is that I can’t predict what shows will be on. We’ve covered sex, cancer, pimples, relationships, sanitary products, governments, a whole host of small subjects, and the purpose of each thing in the hotel room.

I’ve also been giving Puppy a special lesson in eating. Or what he can’t eat.

I’ve answered questions until my throat's aching, and I’ve talked more in the last day than I have in the last year.

Frost, who is on my phone, brings it over with a look that I’m starting to identify and react to with panic. He holds it up so I can see the screen.

“What’s this?”

I stare at the purple and blue tentacle dildo that I had put in the shopping cart a week ago. Why did I teach him how to shop online?

“That’s a…” I trail off, staring up at him.

He’s frowning fiercely. “Why would you need a tentacle? What are you going to do with it? I assure you, you do not have the constitution to eat it.”

Shit.

“Who wants to go for a walk?” I look around the room with a small glimmer of hope I can get out of this.

I scramble off the bed while Frost hangs onto my phone and studies it.

He mutters under his breath, but the others are ignoring him. I’ve noticed that occasionally the four of them find a subject and just gang up on me.