“Maybe something outside?” I point to the deck. “If the two of them get along, we can make some sort of catio for them.”
Ian smiles. “I like that idea. I’ll make it happen.”
He gets up from the bed, a shirt in his hand. Without a word, I let him rid me of the robe, body tingling as his heated eyes sweep over my naked form before he takes his shirt and slips it over my head. “There,” he murmurs in a low tone. “You look so fucking good in my clothes.”
I bite my lip and bring the fabric up to my nose to sniff it. “Mmm. Smells like you.”
He winks before going back to the bed and lifting up the blanket. “Crawl in.”
I do, and he follows after me.
Sighing in contentment, I let sleep take over as Ian pulls me into his arms.
When I wake, it’s to the sound of whispers and two new scents surrounding me, mixing with Ian’s.
“Move your fat ass over,” Nick grumbles, his voice right next to my head. So, he’s the other warm body pressed against me.
“Or you can leave,” Will growls. “What are you even doing here? I thought you hated her.”
Nick doesn’t say anything, just growls.
Will chuckles softly. “That’s what I thought. Now shut up and get some sleep. We have a long day tomorrow.”
“Don’t remind me,” Nick growls back. “This is the last thing I want to be fucking doing.”
“I feel the same way. But it needs to be done.”
“Why did the bastard have to die before we escaped? We were so fucking close to starting over. Now, we have to clean up his mess,” Nick mutters.
Died? Who died?
“We’re used to it by now,” Will mutters back. “But what's important is he’s dead, Nick. And he can’t hurt her.”
Nick shifts closer to me, and I swear I feel his lips brushing against the top of my head.
“No one will ever hurt her,” Nick murmurs softly. “Not unless they want to fucking die.”
In the dark, I smile. This big, growly bear likes me, he really likes me. Maybe, just maybe, I can hate him a little less.
Chapter 7
Will
I stare down at my Omega’s sleeping face as I debate on whether I should stay or go with my brother.
“She will be fine,” Ian whispers, his hand rubbing up and down her back as she snuggles deeper into him. “I’ve got her.”
I know he does, but I want to be here with her, too. This Omega quickly wormed her way into my heart, and the more time I spend with her, the more the wall around my heart slowly starts to crack.
She’s not like any Omega I’ve ever met. She’s not likeher.Nova has treated me with nothing but respect and kindness. She never pushed, never asked for more than I was willing to give. I know it’s not an act. If she wanted to use me, she would have by now.
The biggest reason I tried not to get attached to her in the beginning wasn’t only because of my past trauma, but because of the plans my brothers and I had—the ones we’ve been working toward for years.
Now that our father is dead, as well as some of the other dirtiest scum within the MC, what does it mean for us? For all the plans we had? It’s something my brothers and I are going to have to sit down and talk about.
Right now, though, we needed to head to the compound and check on the people there. We don’t owe them anything yet, but we are still doing it anyway.
The fact is, the MC was our entire lives growing up, and we know not everyone there is evil. A lot of them were born into this life with no escape, or they found themselves trapped. I feel for them. They didn’t deserve the bullshit they were dealt.
