45. DAISY

I had never been afraid of thunderstorms.

The moment the storm hit, I jerked awake. I could hear the branches of the trees snapping as the wind howled outside. Somewhere in the distance there was a loud boom of thunder sounded, making the windows rattle, and seconds later lightning lit the room.

On unsteady legs, I pulled the blanket over my shoulders and snuck out of the bedroom. My steps faltered when I entered the living room and spotted Derek sitting on the couch, staring at the burning fire in the fireplace.

I took a small step back but another round of thunder made me hurry closer to him.

He smiled. “Scared?”

“N-not usually.”

Derek patted the couch next to him.

I settled on the couch as far away from him as I could. Clutching the blanket under my chin, I stared at the dancing flames for a few seconds before I turned my head to study Derek’s side profile.

His nostrils flared.

I frowned when he tensed.

“Do you have an omega for yourself?” I asked him.

“No.”

“Do you want an omega?”