Well, Cal knows most of it but Vic and Olis don’t. And I think that is where the issue will be.
Vic is a hot head. A true to the bone Alpha and I know that he will believe that I’m not trust worthy, having lied to them for so long.
As for Olis, it's hard to know how he will react when he finds out I am an Omega. My hope is that they both react the same way that Cal did.
With acceptance and care.
Even though it has only been hours since I admitted out loud that I would give whatever this is between us a real shot, I don’t know if I would be able to handle their anger or dismissal towards me.
The thought sends a sickening feeling to my stomach. I sigh heavily as I try to calm myself down. There is no point thinking about the what ifs and what could be.
A hand covers the top of mine. Turning my head, I find Conall looking at me with a concerned look on his face.
“Are you okay, Little Devil?”
I do my best to fake a happy smile as I nod my head but judging by the frown on his face, I can tell that he can read right through it.
I sigh, deflating a little.
“Not really. There is a lot running through my mind. So many what ifs and what the fucks that I can’t even keep up.”
He smiles slightly. “I know how you feel. I have so many questions myself.”
Gripping my hand tighter, he pulls me towards him. I grunt as the seatbelt pulls at me. With a frown, he reaches over, unbuckling the strap before pulling me into his lap.
I suck in a sharp breath of surprise at the action but to my surprise, I don’t fight it.
The comfort his touch provides actually seems to help. I try not to let myself over think the reasonings why all of a sudden an Alpha is able to provide me comfort in a situation like this. But, in typical me fashion, I do.
I can’t decide whether it is the strange connection between Olis, Vic, Cal and I that admittedly, I have been feeling for a while now or if it’s just Cal. Since meeting them, I can’t deny any longer that something in my chest calls me to them. A part of me is terrified of what it could mean. Because deep down, I think I know exactly what it is. But, can it be? Can after so long of being terrified of Alphas and what a relationship with one can mean, could I truly have the one thing that I had longed so deeply for as a teenager?
Instead of continuing to haunt myself with the what ifs, I just soak it all in. Right now, I just want to feel the bit of peace that Conall’s touch is giving me.
Pulling up to the mansion, we all remain quiet as we make our way inside. It’s late enough that I am praying that Amity is already asleep.
A three-year-old fighting to go to bed is the last thing I want to deal with right now. My daughter may be my heart and soul but this threenager stage is insane. I wonder—and not for the first time—if there is some kind of parent handbook out there. One that specifies your three-year-old daughter showing early signs of Alpha tendencies would be fabulous. But alas, I don’t think I am that lucky.
We find Kennedy and her Alphas in the living room, the TV on but the volume turned down low enough it is barely audible.
As they hear our footsteps approach, the four of them stand and make their way over to us. Kennedy makes a beeline for me, not bothering to hesitate to engulf me in her arms. I return the gesture straight away before pulling back.
“Where is Amity?” I question, noting the lack of pattering feet and never ending questions.
Kennedy smiles sweetly. “We put her down in her room around half an hour ago. We sat down to watch one of the princess movies she was speaking about and she was out like a light on Jax’s lap before the movie was even half finished.”
She holds up a baby monitor that someone must have set up in her room. A black and white image of my daughter sleeping in her bed greets me.
I thank the Omega and say a quick goodbye to her, Jax, Ledger and Theo before making my way upstairs to double check on Amity.
Carefully, I open her bedroom door, thanking my lucky stars that it doesn’t squeak as I do so. Walking over to her bed, I smile down at her, carefully brushing a tendril of hair out of her face.
It's hard to remain frustrated at their antics when they look as sweet as she does right now. That no matter how much you want them to grow up, you also want to hold onto these moments. To protect their innocence for as long as you can before it is just gone and they are moving out of home.
The last three years have already felt like I have blinked and they have flown. It's terrifying to imagine my little girl grown up. The thought of her not needing me anymore. The thought of the dangers in this world breaking her like it did with me.
Damaging me beyond repair.
Yet, as I turn when I hear footsteps coming from the doorway, finding Victor standing there with a small smile on his face looking at my sleeping little girl, my heart flutters oddly in my chest. It's a strange feeling. One I have never felt before.
