“Not right now.” I point my finger at him. “But it’s my hair, so if I ever decide to go down the neon route, you will love it. Get me?”
He nods, relief passing over his face. “Oh, thank god for that. I mean, we would have clashed, shortcake. But, you know, whatever you want.”
Logan shakes his head as he walks past, more boxes in his hands. “Sienna? I’m going to put these things in your room, okay? For now, at least, until we sort your nest out.”
I frown, looking around. “But I have a nest. In that room, right?”
God, I hate that room.
Tristan steps closer to me as he swallows. “Actually… there is a nesting space here. Especially designed for an omega. It’s never been touched.”
It takes a minute for the words to sink in.
Wow.
“So,” I say, trying to hold back the hurt in my voice, “you let me do all of that work, but you already had a nest sorted out?”
Tristan tries to grab my hand, but I pull it away. He is not getting out of this one with sweet words.
“It was part of the terms from Alicia,” he says quietly. “That room was the only one she would accept.”
“Because it was shitty, and full of dirt and broken boxes and rubbish. I nearlydiedcutting my leg open in that room, Tristan!”
He opens his mouth, but I can’t even look at him right now, the anger coursing through me enough that I’m not sure I won’t say something I’m going to regret. So I spin, stomping towards Logan and taking the box from him.
“Where?” I ask him tightly. He winces. “There’s a door – in the bedroom you stayed in at the end. That whole space is yours, Sienna.”
Fabulous. Keeping hold of the box, I stride away from them, up the hall.
Pounding footsteps race after me, all them tumbling over each other as I take the first few stairs. Tristan holds his hands up.
“Sienna. I—,”
“If you say you’re sorry,” I grit out. “I will scream, Tristan. Very loudly.I get it. I know you’re sorry. But I’m still allowed to be massivelyfucked offthat I worked my ass off, fordays,injuring myself, in a room that isnotright for a nest, all for you to tell me thatyou had the perfect damn space all along.”
Tristan’s mouth snaps shut. “What can I do?” he asks me instead. Smart alpha.
“Bring the rest of the boxes up, please,” I say with a sigh. “And leave them outside my door. I have a nest to build.”
Nests aren’t just a nice to have for omegas. They’re essential. A safe, warm, cozy space for us to curl up in. And right now, I really,reallyneed a decent nest.
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We wait until the door slams shut upstairs.
“Shit,” Gray says, dismayed, and I can’t disagree with him.
“This wasn’t going to be easy,” Tristan says, looking at us. “We’ve got a lot to work through, and she’s right to be furious.”
I don’t respond, thinking it over.
“We’re back in Navarre now,” I say to Tristan. “We can get her more for her nest. Everything and anything she might need.”
The Artist’s Quarter is full of shops with various trinkets and soft furnishings. All tailor-made, all perfect for an omega who needs pretty things to feel comfortable.
“I’ll go,” I say quickly, already mapping the Quarter in my mind.
