Chapter 128

Victor's hands are trembling as he sits in his ice bath, dress shirt sheer across his chest. He's trying to read the directions on the back of the extra-strength suppressants that he'd gotten at a dime store.

It's been so long since he's taken them that he's not sure if it's two pills every twelve hours or one every eight. His hands won't stay still long enough for him to read it anyway.

"F*ck," Victor growls, letting the small package drop to the floor.

He's burning, every inch of his skin itchy and inflamed.

He's glad Ariadne's asleep, curled in bed without a care in the world, so the Alpha can adequately deal with this before the other wakes up—

"What are you doing?" Ariadne's standing in the doorway, rubbing her eyes.

How much time has passed?

There are stray cubes still melting on the tiles.

"Just taking a bath," Victor answers through chattering teeth.

"With your clothes still on?"

Ariadne takes a groggy step forward, and that's when the smell hits her. The Omega's knee