Edward
I laid Albert down gently on the bed in my private quarters outside the campus. My fingers trembled as I tucked the blankets around the omega’s frail frame. The dim room was warm, scented faintly of cedarwood and clean linen. A fire crackled nearby, casting soft light over the walls.
I wanted to make sure that he was warm before I started the treatment.
Albert stirred, eyes fluttering open. “Whe… cough cough… where... are we?”
“My home,” I said, sitting beside him. “You are safe now,” I said as I smoothed his hair in gentle strokes.
Albert’s brows furrowed. “I need to call Emon. He must be worried sick about me.”
I stilled. “No.”
“Edward—”
“He’s human, Albert. He can’t protect you. And after what just happened, he’s the last person I want you near. You were taken under his
