Free Alpha, Delta by RJ Scott

in the hospital.”
    “ERU,” Niall persisted. “The Deltas.”
    The Nurse frowned briefly, then resumed her smiling, this time with raised eyebrows. “Oh, I think I’d notice a Delta in the place,” she joked. “And no, there aren’t any. But you do have a friend who is waiting to visit.”
    Ewan was back again. This time Niall hoped he’d bought his son with him so Niall could at least see the new baby.
    The nurse leaned over to add details to his chart then adjust the drip into his non-splinted arm. They’d had to operate on the bones, knitting them and holding them in place with a metal plate and it fucking hurt today.
    “Although,” she added thoughtfully, “the guy out there is very rugged and sexy, could easily be a Delta.” She left and all of a sudden Niall had hope inside him. Ewan was a good-looking guy, as brothers go, but no one had ever described him as sexy or rugged. To be fair though, not that anyone would to Niall. Was it possible that Finn was here?
    The moment they’d shared on the stairs, just before Niall lost his last connection to consciousness had been intense. But that had been three days ago now. Three. And Finn had said he loved him, but where was he now? If Finn really loved Niall then shouldn’t he be here or something?
    The door opened a little, then more fully and Niall’s breath hitched in his chest. Finn. His lover looked tired. No, beyond tired—exhausted. He wasn’t shaved, his hair a mess of spikes, and he looked uncertain, wary to step in the room.
    “Finn,” Niall said with more than a little excitement in his voice.
    “Hey,” was all Finn said.
    Niall wriggled a little to sit more upright, sickness washing over him at the pain in his arm. Finn immediately crossed to him, placing a hand on his chest. “Don’t move,” he said, concerned.
    Niall couldn’t concentrate on not moving. “Where have you been?”
    Finn shrugged then glanced behind him at the closed door. “Tidying up loose ends with Svein,” he explained. Niall imagined that was all he was going to get out of Finn, secrets and all that mess associated with hijackings and hostage situations. Then to Niall’s amazement Finn continued. “Svein had been tracking you,” he admitted. “Had a whole wall of crazy in this place outside of Oslo. Saw a connection between the two of us.”
    Niall considered the words. He could sense what Finn was doing. All that heroic shit where he kept himself out of Niall’s life in order to keep Niall safe.
    “Don’t do that,” Niall snapped the conclusion of his internal thought process.
    “What?” Finn looked confused.
    “Start all that shit about how we’re better apart.”
    Finn looked down at Niall. “What the hell are you talking about?”
    “You’re going to give that whole speech about how we’re better apart just so I don’t get targeted by a mad man intent on killing a Delta.”
    Niall watched as realisation passed over Finn’s face. Then Finn chuckled. “I wasn’t going to say that at all. Hell, he wasn’t after you, he was using you to get to me, different scenario.”
    “So what do you want to say?” Niall couldn’t help the suspicion in his voice. He was used to the fact that this whole relationship was a temporary thing, had even come to terms with it in his head.
    Finn moved to sit on the bed next to Niall, and somehow in that curiously graceful way he had about him for such a big guy, he was in a position to cradle Finn in his arms. Finn sunk into the strong hold and attempted to relax.
    “My place has two rooms,” he said. “You could move in with me and have the second bedroom as an office. I’d move in with you but I need to be near HQ in Oslo.”
    Niall said nothing, the words sinking in slowly. “What?” he finally asked.
    “Will you move in with me?”
    “In with you?”
    “Yes, in with me,” Finn chuckled as he repeated the words. “I love you, Niall Faulkner, and I’m done with this self-sacrificing bullshit that