Chapter One
Cove
My little brothers are thirteen. Despite their age, they’re the size of full-grown men, which is a problem considering they’re out on our lawn trying to start shit with Riot and Creed Matthews. My fingers press against the glass of our front window as I try to determine if it’ll help or hurt matters if I go out there.
Riot and Creed are old friends and two of my four bandmates in Darkest Nights.
I glance over my shoulder, barely holding myself back from snapping at my sister. Lily just had to ask how I felt about being trapped on a tour bus with the guys I lost my virginity to.
She’ssucha pain in the ass. She didn’t even make sure that my bedroom door was closed.
Now my brothers are apparently defending my nonexistent honor?
I roll my eyes.
They’re ridiculous.
It happened over two years ago.
There’snothingto defend.
Riot and Creed are friends, and that’s the extent of it. This is why being an omega is so frustrating. I always knew my heatswould eventually start, but I wasn’t expecting them to begin so quickly.
I was barely eighteen, which I guess isn’t bad. My mom’s heats started when she was seventeen. She’s always been vocal about how awful she thinks suppressants are for an omega’s health. Without alphas to ride out a heat, omegas are in for cramps, pain, and pure suffering, but we can’t even start suppressants without having our first heat.
The doctors won’t allow it, at least mine wouldn’t. I know because I begged over and over again.
That’s why it makes no sense that my little brothers are currently beating the hell out of Riot and Creed.
Would they have rather I met alphas through the government-run OPA? Or I guess they expected me to suffer through without a knot?
They’re annoying little shits, but Ithinktheir hearts are in the right place. They’re just not old enough to understand that Riot and Creed actually did me a favor. Granted, we’re never going to be more than friends. We havezerochemistry outside of heat sex, but it was better than the alternatives.
I frown as my little brother punches Riot directly in the face.
Riot’s nose instantly bleeds. Unlike my brothers, who are identical, Riot and Creed are easy enough to tell apart.
They both have the same dark brown skin tone, but Riot has locs to his shoulders, and he’s a bit thicker than Creed.
Creed has short black curly hair and more tattoos than his brother. Although, both of them are fairly covered in ink.
Another thing they currently have in common? They’re both getting their asses kicked by my brothers while their parents stand around, laughing.
“Is no one seriously going to stop the twins?” I ask, frowning out the window. It’s starting to get a little violent.
Killian is one of my family pack and the twins’ biological dad. He peeks out the window and sighs. “Aww, shit.” He bolts for the door. “Someone, get the ice packs.”
I glance around at my family.
The last thing I need is this making the rounds through my dads. Those little assholes better keep their mouths shut.
Turning back to the window, my eyes fall on Ravvi and Damian Sinclair. They’re my other two bandmates.
It’s weird because all four of the guys—Riot, Creed, Damian, and Ravvi—are all in the same family pack, but they’re not all related. I suppose biology doesn’t matter too much because they were all raised together.
Ravvi’s eyes meet mine in the window, and I briefly consider jumping back. It would be useless. He always knowseverything.
We first met when I was three and he was six. He was convinced then, and he’s still convinced now, that we’re going to end up together.
