(WESLEY)
Dusk sets in and the room is dark except for the nightstand. I hear the sound of the shower running. It must be Jericho. I glance at the clock on the side table. It is 7:25 pm. That means that Jericho didn't stay out all night partying like he told me he would. I smile wryly. That means that he didn't stay out with another omega. Then it occurs to me that maybe he is taking a shower because he slept with another omega.
Fuck.
My heart sinks when I remember that I have no claim over Jericho. Even though we aren't together-together, I still find the idea that he might want another omega gut wrenching. If he left me here naked, primed up and willing, only to go out there to find another omega to fuck, it would hurt. Like hell.
