She looks away from me. “What would you prefer?”
My fingers are firm on her chin as I turn her back to me. I want her to see that I mean every damn word of what I’m going to say.
“I want you where you belong,” I say honestly. “With us. In your home, with your pack. Withme.Where we can make new memories. Take a chance on us, Sienna. One more chance for us to prove that everything we’ve said here is the truth.”
She sighs. “That house doesn’t feel like my home, Tristan.”
“Then we’ll find somewhere else.” She looks at me, her eyes widening. “I mean it, Sienna. If you can’t settle there, then we’ll look until we find somewhere that does. We could even design our own home, together.”
“You would do that?” she asks, surprised. “That’s your home, Tristan.”
“It’s not my home unless you’re there with me, and the pack will agree.” Drawing her hand into mine, I turn it over and press a kiss to her wrist, her pulse light as butterfly wings under my lips. “But I understand if you need space, Sienna. We’ll wait until you’re ready, no matter how long it takes.”
She chews on her lip. “I need to think. You should go and see your dad, Tristan. You missed him.”
“I did. But you’re missing your dad too, Sienna. And you’re my priority.”
“I…,” she closes her eyes. “I’m alright now. I just need to think things through.”
She slides off my lap, and I reluctantly get to my feet. I don’t want to leave her.
“Call me if you need me. I’ll be back soon.”
She starts to shake her head, but I give her a firm look. “Just to sleep. You’re still recovering, and there’s a lot going on.” I’m not going to forget about her health in the middle of all of this.
My Bonded concedes with a small smile. “Pushy.”
Leaning in, my lips brush her forehead. “It’s a character flaw. Probably a fatal one.”
35
JAX
David looks around at us as Tristan carries Sienna upstairs. All of our attention is firmly focused on the omega that’s just left, and he coughs a few times.
When I finally look at him, he tilts his head. “Things seem… a little better, with you and your omega.”
“Our Soul Bonded,” Gray corrects him, and David nods. “How is she?”
Our relationship with our Soul Bonded is nobody’s business but our own, but the last time he saw us, Sienna was broken almost beyond repair and we were reeling from finding out our omega had been sent across the wall to face traffickers.
I give him a rundown, including the trio who’ve been asking around, looking for a pink-haired omega. David goes pale.
“So, it’s definitely true then,” he says with a sigh, leaning back in his chair. “I had hoped… but this confirms it.”
I lean forward. “Denial has to be revoked, David. The omegas can’t have this hanging over their heads. Do they even realize how serious it is?”
“They do now.” David rubs his hand down his face. “Things are… chaotic over there, to say the least. Parents are refusing to let their omegas join the Hub, and the alpha population is demanding answers. There are a lot of rumors floating around about your pack. Most of them true, it would seem.”
He glances at Gray and Logan. “News of your relationship has also spread.”
Logan rolls his eyes, his arm spreading out across the back of Gray’s chair. “I couldn’t give a shit, to be honest. They can say what they want.”
David frowns. “It’s not bad. You have a lot of support, it would seem.”
Gray looks surprised. “We do?”
“The Michaels family are well-known, and popular. Helena Michaels in particular has been campaigning on your behalf. It seems she wants to make sure her daughter returns to a welcoming reception, along with her pack.”
