I was convinced the first knock was just the wind, but it grew louder and more insistent. For a moment, I wished I had that fucking gun, but what did I care if someone was there to kill me? The dark side of me kind of hoped that someone had come to take the decision out of my hands.
More knocking. The slight adrenaline rush from being startled was enough to bring me out of my drunken stupor. I hoped that whatever was at the door was worthy of killing my buzz. Paige wasn’t due to bring my supplies for weeks, so I had to wonder who the fuck could be all the way out in the boonies in a snowstorm.
I opened the door, and at first, I couldn’t even tell who was standing on my porch, but then the wind kicked up and blew his hoodie off his head.
He took my breath away. Standing before me was the most gorgeous Omega I could have imagined.
Hollywood.
That was the only thing that would explain how a gorgeous Omega ended up on my front porch in a raging blizzard. He must have been a reporter or paparazzi that had tracked me down and made a huge mistake. Coming out here in winter could have been suicide.
His wavy blond hair hung over his ears, and I was captivated by his bright blue eyes. But I still didn’t have any time for reporters.
“Levi Montana is dead,” I said. “You wasted your time coming here. There is no story here.”
I waited a moment for the Omega to answer. I suspected that he would have some sort of angle to try and convince me to get an interview. My patience was thin, but I figured I’d give him a moment to make his pitch, if for no other reason than it was very lonely out here. I didn’t mind having a few more moments to look at his gorgeous face.
Still, no response came. That was when I realized he couldn’t answer. I’d thought the paleness of his skin had been the light reflecting off the snow, but that wasn’t it. The Omega was also holding his leg.
He suddenly fell unconscious and pitched forward. I caught him and dragged him as gently as I could into the cabin.
I laid him down on the couch and looked him over. There was a deep gash in the Omega’s thigh. I could see it through a huge tear in his jeans. They were too thin for the mountain cold, so I knew there was a chance that he also had hypothermia. If he wasn’t already hypothermic, he had to be damn close.
I went to my storage closet and pulled out the medical kit. I’d taken a survival class before I’d moved out here, and before I stopped caring. At first, I’d thought I moved out to the mountains to find peace, so I did shit like learning basic medical skills.
Knowing how to properly stitch a wound was finally going to come in handy. The constant stream of adrenaline had completely sobered me up, so I felt confident that I could stich up his wound. Anyway, I didn’t want to wait, because the Omega was losing too much blood.
My hands shook a little as I threaded the needle, but I took a few deep breaths to steady myself. I wanted to call for help, but I had no phone. I didn’t think it was a good idea to leave the Omega alone and bleeding long enough for me to find the laptop Paige had left me and connect to the internet. Email was the only way I had to connect to emergency services, but the Omega needed immediate attention.
Paige had set up internet at the cabin, but as soon as she was gone, I’d chucked the laptop into a box in the closet. I didn’t have a phone because I didn’t want to have any way to communicate with the outside world. Before I’d moved to the cabin, I’d set up regular whiskey deliveries with a liquor store in the nearest town. They only came twice a year.
I winced as I pierced his pale skin with the needle. It only took me a few minutes to sew up the laceration on the Omega’s leg. I was able to get the bleeding stopped, and the Omega drifted off into a more peaceful sleep.
After pulling an extra pillow and blankets from the bedroom closet, I did my best to tuck him in without waking him up. If he stayed asleep, I didn’t need to worry about trying to get painkillers into him. I just had to hope he wasn’t too cold and dehydrated. I hoped he’d get a good night’s sleep and then I could make sure he was fed and got some fluids. If he was fully awake and got some food in his stomach, I could even give him a dose of painkillers.
Once I’d made the Omega as comfortable as possible, I retreated to the bedroom. My instinct was to sit in the living room and watch him sleep, but I didn’t like the way I noticed his beauty. He’d turned my head for sure, and it made me uneasy. I wasn’t used to feeling things. I’d shut down after Stephen and the baby died, and I wasn’t ready to start again.