“What we’re saying is that a bond is forever, even though we’re still learning things about each other,” Miles says. “It also means that the pull to be together is so intense, relationships move faster than they might otherwise.”
Oh my goodness.
“We don’t know what our future is going to bring. We’re here for the ride though,” Levon says. “Whether that means there are kids filling our house, your drawing on our walls, and we help each other follow our dreams, all that matters is that we’re together.”
Tears begin to fall at Levon’s words, and my fork clatters on the plate loudly as I sniff. None of them are bothered as they smile gently at me.
“We just have one question,” Santo murmurs, lifting a box from his pocket to show me. “Will you marry us? The time frame is up in the air?—”
“Yes,” I sob, nodding wildly, not caring that I haven’t seen the ring. It doesn’t matter to me, they do.
Santo grins, opening the box as he slides it toward me. The gold setting has an antique look as I pull it out, and the diamond is huge, making my jaw drop. It almost appears as if the ring is twisted with tiny diamonds set into it until you get to the main piece. It’s absolutely awe inspiring.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, allowing Santo to put it on my finger.
“Thank fuck for your father,” he mutters. “That man has your measurements down.”
“He knew about this?” I ask, taking a tissue that Miles hands me.
“Do you think we’d ask you to marry us without his permission?” Miles laughs. “No thank you. There’s not a chance in hell of that happening.”
“This is amazing,” I say, feeling overwhelmed in the best of ways. “I have a feeling my makeup is wrecked.”
“It’s fine,” Santo shrugs. “Want me to walk you to the restroom?”
“Yes, please,” I say.
Standing, I make sure to hug each of them before taking Santo’s hand to walk to the restroom. I have no idea where it is, and I’ve gotten used to one of them walking me everywhere.
“Should I go in with you?” Santo asks, completely serious.
“I’ll be okay,” I promise. “Fair warning, I’m going to pee too so you can time me.”
Santo rolls his eyes, tugging me to him. The bite on my thigh still thrums with pain, but it’s the good kind. Same with the way I’d shift my weight around while I was sitting and could still feel the ache where Santo was buried inside of me. Little by little, my alphas are making it impossible for me not to acknowledge their presence, and I love it.
“I’ll be waiting right here,” he says, his hand cupping my face as he leans in to kiss me. It’s brief, but full of promise and I sigh softly as he releases me.
“You may have scared my need to go to the bathroom away,” I mutter as he chuckles, watching me enter the restroom.
I scrunch my nose up at my reflection before heading into the stall, sighing happily as I situate myself and sit down. I hear people walk inside and finish up once I’m done. Standing as I flush, I hear a cruel laugh as women chat together.
I dislike those people who are the ‘mean’ girls. There’s nothing pretty or cute about it. Fixing my dress, I open the stall and walk to the sinks to wash my hands. I can’t stop staring at the ring as I smile softly.
“A man who makes you cry isn’t worth it,” someone says, pulling my attention away from my ring. Pumping soap onto my hands, I scrub gently, effectively hiding it as I wash up.
“Alphas who propose are worth it,” I reply, grabbing towels to dry my hands. I flash my ring at her, before turning to fixwhere my eye makeup ran a little from my happy tears. “You’re sitting with Levon Phillips. There is no way he proposed to you,” she sniffs. Her overly flowery scent makes my own nose itch, and I struggle not to sneeze. This omega isn’t happy.
“I know you think that you know what he wants because of some fucked up parasocial relationship, but you don’t,” I say. My eyes flick up in my reflection to see that I have an audience. Wonderful. “Levon is a very normal alpha.”
“He’s a hockey god,” the girl says, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “Levon must not be getting out much to choose you as his wife.”
“Hmm,” I say, bravery getting the better of me. “I doubt that’s it. Levon cares about more than surface level looks. It’s unfortunate that you don’t understand what that’s like.”
Tossing my paper towel away, I begin walking toward the door, rolling my eyes as the girl blocks the door. I’m still very new at pushing emotions through the bond, but I send SOS vibes in Santo’s direction.
“Is there something else I can help you with?” I ask.
“Shirley,” a girl near me warns.
