Primals (Reverse Harem 1)

“I’m sorry.” He offers me one of the mugs of coffee, the red one with the handle.

I take it, savoring the comforting aroma as I wonder what he’s apologizing for.

“About your friends,” he adds, lifting his own mug to his thin lips.

Friends?

Right. I was asking about Teresa and the pilot. Well, they’re not exactly my friends. Teresa is new so I haven’t had the chance to know her and the pilot is a stranger...

“Wait. Did you say they’re...gone?”

“I’m afraid so.” He walks toward the window and looks out. “You’re the only one who was still breathing when I found the plane, or what’s left of it.”

I set the mug down on the counter, clasping a hand over my gaping mouth as I let out a silent wail.

No.

My knees buckle and I fall on the floor.

“Come on.” He sets his mug down on the window sill and walks over to me, offering me his hand. “You should be back on the couch.”

“No.” I straighten myself up, leaning on the counter. “I should tell someone about what happened. Do you have a phone?”

“Does this place look like it has signal to you?”

“Internet?”

No answer.

My fist clenches. “Shit.”

“You really should go back on the couch. You’re still injured.”

“I’m fine.”

I’m not really, but I’m not about to tell him that. Whatever injuries I have I’m still not noticing. But the ache, the uncertainty of finding I’m the lone survivor of a plane crash in the Alaskan wilderness has left me badly shaken. I don’t even know the people who have died and I’m fighting the urge to cry.

I leave the kitchen, walking down the corridor as my mind sputters, scrambling to put together my next course of action. What should I do?

“Go back on the couch and rest,” the man behind me says, his voice firmer than before. “Or damn it, I’ll carry you back there myself. I did it before. I can do it again.”

I turn to face him, angry at his bossy tone, placing my hands on my hips. “Are you threatening me?” I’m usually the one who gives the orders. And this...filthy creature thinks he can tell me what to do?

He takes a step forward, towering over me. “And if I am?”

The hard gleam in his eyes sends me a step back, a lump gliding down my throat.

Still, I take a deep breath before lifting a finger. “You know what? I’ll forgive you because I know you’re just concerned and all. Also, I’ll pretend that didn’t happen.”

He opens his mouth to speak but I hold my finger higher. “I’ve rested enough. What I need is to find a way to let someone know what’s happened.”

He sighs.

The next time you rescue someone, Sebastian, make sure she’s a damsel in distress, not a pain in the ass.

I turn around. No one is there. And I could swear I hadn’t seen his lips move. I look at him, eyes narrowing. “Did you just call me a pain in the ass?”

Fuck. She heard me.