Testing the waters

Gamma Colby holds the door open to our room, Tatum in my arms as I step through and look around. It’s warm with a fire roaring in the fireplace across from the bed and a thick, lush carpet laid before it with two large cushy chairs. It feels like we have stepped into a romantic medieval getaway with the lights overhead dimmed and a tray of fruit for snacking on a side table.

“You should have everything you need. There is water in that small fridge in the bookcase,” He says pointing to an area next to a large bay window. “The herbs for her wound are in the bathroom with instructions.”

I look down at Tatum, who gives me a pointed look and I press my lips together, not happy with what I know she wants me to do. So I sigh and turn to face the Gamma, her in my arms.

“Thank you,” I say with a tight smile, and he smirks. Tatum slaps my chest and I growl softly. “And, uh, sorry about your head.”

“I get the feeling you aren’t, but that’s okay. One day I hope to find my mate, then I will unde