Forgetting The Painful Effort

Chapter 6

Lewis' POV

"What are you talking about?" I ask him curiously.

"The Omega that you found is Darrick, who's the Alpha's second son, and he was kidnapped by rogues when he was a baby.

The Alpha and the guards spent a lot of time searching for him, and when they finally found him, he decided that he prefers to live with the rogues, and he ran away from this pack." He explains.

My eyes widen when I realise that I just slept with the Alpha's son, and I really hope that Dior is laying or something.

"Who told you about this?" I ask him.

"I overheard when my father was talking with other guards about it, after he came back yesterday." He tells me, and I groan loudly.

He looks at me with a frown, and I quickly consider if I should tell him anything.

I don't really want to do that, but I know that if I won't tell someone about what happened then I will start to stress about it a lot.

So, I tell him everything, and he listens without interrupting me.

"Well, I think that the Alpha won't notice anything, because you were carrying Darrick, so they will most likely assume that it's how your scent got on him.

And even if he will realise what happened, then I doubt that he will be angry about it.

Because I'm pretty sure that he's more focused on different things now." Dior says, and I sigh tiredly, but I nod in agreement.

I guess that it makes sense, so I decide to believe him.

When we reach the pack house, we go to my room, and we decide to play a driving game.

Or more like Dior decides that we will do it, and he doesn't let me convince him to do anything else.

I definitely would have preferred to hang out outside, and maybe play basketball, or just run around the pack lands until I won't be able to run straight.

But being friends with Dior means that I often have to stay inside of the pack house to entertain him.

That's because he hates to be outside, and he prefers to spend all his free time in his or my room.

To be honest, I have no idea how we became best friends, because we're very different.

But we somehow can get along pretty well, so I guess that I should be happy that I have someone who doesn't mind to deal with my problems for me.

We play for a few hours, before it gets late, and then he decides to leave, so he can get some rest.

I go to the bathroom, hoping that at least one of the showers will be empty, because I'm not sure if I will be patient enough to wait for someone to leave.

I really wish that each room had a separate bathroom, but I get why everyone has to share.

It definitely would have costed a lot of money to build this many bathrooms, and I know that I should be happy that I at least don't have to share my room with anyone else.