I look around the room, wrapping my arms around myself as a moment of reality hits me.
This is my new life. I don’t have to work my ass off for little to no money. I don’t have to take care of someone who doesn’t appreciate me. No more working with pig Alphas who think they can do whatever the fuck they want.
Tears sting the back of my eyes. I’ve never thought this would be how my life ended up.
I always expected to settle, to be grateful that I had a job, a roof over my head, and a man to help me through my heat.
It wasn’t until I met these guys that I realized I wasn’t living, I was surviving. There’s a difference.
“Hey,” Ian’s voice has me spinning around.
“Hey,” I say softly.
“You okay?” Ian asks, stepping over to me. He runs his hands up and down my arms, looking down at me with concern.
“Yeah.” I smile up at him, nodding. “Just tired.”
“Come on.” He kisses my forehead, and it takes everything in me not to cry at how tender he is with me. I don’t deserve him, and I feel like shit for even thinking about rejecting him back when we first met.
It’s only been a few weeks, but I can’t imagine a life without him.
Without all three of them, if I’m being honest with myself.
Ian helps me out of my clothes, kissing me gently all over. This time, I don’t get turned on. There’s a heavy feeling that takes over me. A good one, as I enjoy every touch of his.
I believed all the people who told me I was lucky to have what I did, and that I shouldn't expect more.
Ian’s sheer love for me proves I was settling. I do deserve more. I deserve him, all of them. Fuck. I’m so screwed, but it could be worse. Time to embrace this life because I’m not going anywhere.
My bath is relaxing. Ian stays with me, humming softly as I relax. He watches me the whole time, and it takes everything in me not to break down in tears.
Once I’m done, he dries me off and dresses me in his clothes. My stomach growls, and Ian chuckles.
“Let’s go get you something to eat.” Ian scoops me up, and I laugh.
“I can walk, you know.”
“Yeah?” He winks. “But I like this better.”
When we get down to the kitchen, my stomach growls again when I smell something amazing.
“What's this?” I ask, confused. The table is set up for four people, bowls filled with what looks like spaghetti.
“It’s all I could make on short notice. We need to go shopping,” Nick grunts. “Sit.” He nods towards the table. Will appears a moment later, smelling like motor oil.
“Let me wash up,” he says, dipping into the downstairs bathroom.
Ian pulls my chair out for me.
“Thanks,” I laugh, taking a seat. He kisses the top of my head before taking the spot to my left.
“This looks amazing,” I moan as the smell hits me again.
“Here.” Nick places something down on the table next to me. My mouth waters at the sight of the garlic bread, the melted cheese dripping off the sides.
The other two take their seats and start to eat.
My brows furrow when I see none of them have garlic bread.
