Page 222 of Wild Like Us

One more time, and we kick the door in. It crashes against the wall.

Rose is behind us as we enter.

His room is a mess. Just like when I left. Clothes piled up on his four-poster bed and slung on his life-sized armored knight.

I bypass it all.

And I sprint into his bathroom.

Xander jolts—he’s sunk neck-deep in a bathtub, headphones covering his ears and blaring music. “What the hell?” His voice cracks, looking between me and his uncle. Xander’s eyes are puffy and cheeks red like he’s been crying.

I sweep the bathroom for razor blades, and clicking my mic, I quietly report to the team. “Banks to Alpha-Epsilon, Xander is okay.” I’m hoping someone will relay this by phone to Omega. Thatcher is probably losing his mind.

“You can’t lock the fucking door,” Ryke growls.

Xander lets out a heavy breath. He already looks shattered, and I glance at Rose as she places Kinney’s knife on the counter.

“Am I not allowed to take a bath anymore?” Xander retorts. “Is that off-limits too?”

He’s wearing boxers and submerged in water. I’m not the only one who notices it.

“Why are you fucking clothed?” Ryke asks.

Xander chokes on a noise and looks to me, like I might help him out. But his eyes lower because I think he remembers that I’m just his bodyguard. I can’t speak out of turn in front of his aunt and uncle.

“Were you planning on hurting yourself?” Rose asks, her voice not that gentle but her eyes try to be.

Xander grimaces like he might start crying again. “Just…leave me alone. Jesus.” He’s about to put his headphones on his ears.

I squat and check around the tub for anything sharp.

“Talk to us,” Ryke tells him.

“I don’t want to talk!” Xander shouts in tears. “You don’tget it.”

Rose edges closer. “Xander—”

“I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be here.” He takes sharp breaths and bows into himself, hands on his head and knees to his chest.

My heart is fucking breaking, and I stand up, doing one last quick sweep of the bathroom. I can’t do much to console him. While his family is around, it’s not my place.

Rose kneels at the tub and places a hand on his shoulder. “Breathe, Xander.”

He inhales raggedly, face covered in snot and tears. “I want my mom.” His voice quakes.

Ryke is already dialing Lily.

No sharp objects.

I back up into the bedroom. Giving them privacy.

“Alpha to Banks, did your client hurt himself?”

My eyes sear, muscles still flexed, and I lift my mic to my lips and answer, “Negative. Xander was in the bathtub with headphones on. He couldn’t hear anyone knocking. He’s currently on the phone with his parents.”

I drop my mic back on my collar and hear commotion from the hallway. I glance outside the door frame.

“Let us see him!” Winona yells, trying to dive between her bodyguard’s legs, but he lifts her up and blocks her from reaching the chipped door.