Love, Against All Odds

II - Chapter 3

Peering over her shoulder, Becca grumbled at the new Omega guard who'd been assigned to her. She had hoped it would be Andren, but perhaps she was off duty tonight. When Kal promised a new guard, Becca had expected an Alpha, so she was surprised to find a male Omega standing outside her door this evening.

Like Andren, the Omega was about Becca's size but far bulkier in muscle, even compared to Andren or Dorlon. He had beady eyes, short, dark hair, and round cheeks. So far, Becca didn't like him.

Grumbling to herself, she focused on the sealed double-doors in front of her and ignored the tremble in her gut. After a deep breath, she knocked and this time waited for an answer, remembering what happened the last time she barged into Kal's quarters. A soft heat warmed her cheeks when memories of Kal standing naked in the bedroom came to her. When the door creaked, she did her best to push down the memory in hopes it would soothe her blush.

Kal held Becca's eyes before she cut her attention to the guard. 'You're dismissed for the night.' Once he left for the elevator, she stepped aside and allowed Becca to come into the sitting room.

Becca had a messenger bag hanging from her shoulder with a few articles of clothing in it. She set the bag on the floor next to the divan and sank into the soft cushions of the furniture. The fireplace's warmth and crackling sounds settled Becca's nerves about coming to visit Kal tonight. Once Kal sat in the sofa chair, Becca glanced down and noticed the open, worn book sitting on the wooden coffee table. But then what grabbed all her attention was the familiar lectra handgun, her Grasshopper, and sheathed bowie knife. A sense of relief flooded her at the idea that Kal might be returning the weapons to her.

'How do you feel?' Kal asked.

'Still sore and slightly more strained after this afternoon.' Becca leaned against the pillows and wall behind the divan. 'But better than when I crash-landed.'

Kal stared at Becca, her face unreadable but eyes always searching. Leaning forward, she picked up the weapons. 'I am returning these to you.'

Becca suspected it was thanks to today's events and the weapons' offer of security and safety, for them both. She received the weapons and wanted to attach them to their usual spots on her body, but she knew she was safe in Kal's quarters. With the messenger bag in her lap, she stowed the items away for later.

'Keep the weapons hidden on you. I do not need a political outcry because a human merc is carrying weapons in the city.'

Nodding, Becca promised, 'I will.' She was warmed by Kal's trust in her. Setting the bag down, she smiled and said, 'Tah.'

Kal bowed her head then shifted deeper into the sofa chair again.

'So do you think Morris worked alone?' Becca suspected he had an accomplice, as the room's door had been sealed from the outside, blocking her escape.

'Being investigated,' Kal replied, remaining stiff in the sofa chair.