“Does this mean you're done running, Omega?” Alaric asks. “Because if you think you can just leave this room after what happened and everything goes back to how it was before, you have another thing coming.”
“I am. I’m done running.” I lick my lips, feeling nervous all of a sudden. Vulnerable. “I want this. I want you three. I want a pack.”
Jamie’s eyes light up. “Really?” Fuck he’s so pretty. They all are.
“You’re not fucking with us?” Tatum growls.
“No.” I shake my head. “I mean yes, I’m serious, but no I’m not fucking with you. You three are mine. And I’m done trying to deny this. I want you. All of you.” I lick my lips and look down. “I need you more than I care to admit.”
“Hey.” Alaric steps forward, gripping my chin. “It’s okay to be afraid. All of this is a lot to take in. Big changes. It’s normal. Just don’t hide, come to us, okay? Talk to us. We promise we will listen. To whatever you have to say. However you feel. You can trust us with your life Beckham. We’re your alphas, no matter what.”
My eyes sting, a pressure on my chest that makes it hard to break.
I can’t really speak. “Thank you,” I rasp out.
I can feel my heart and soul shifting, their claws sinking into me. And I never want them to let go.
At first, I was afraid of them, but now I’m afraid of losing them.
They own me, mind, body and soul. That should terrify me, but it doesn’t.
My alphas. My pack. Mine.
CHAPTER 16
ALARIC
Beckham has been holding out on coming over to our home, but I think it’s finally time. It’s Valentine’s Day, and it feels wrong for him to spend it alone.
Staring at my phone, I wish that he didn’t spend so much time on campus. It makes it more difficult to extend a personal invite when he is surrounded by people in his professional life.
Taking a breath, I take a chance, hoping he accepts.
Me
Happy Valentine's Day, Beckham. The guys and I would love to have you over to celebrate. Are you up for it?
I have a feeling he knows where we live since he’s been following Tatum around.
Beckham
Ah, yeah. I can do that.
Me
You know where we live, right?
That’s my only hint at teasing him, and he’s quiet after my text. I don’t think it’s enough to keep him from coming over, but I can only imagine his cheeks turning pink about my insinuation.
“Okay, let’s clean up,” I growl, standing. “Looks like our omega is coming to spend the day with us.”
“Shit,” Jamie mutters, scrambling as he looks around. “You could have given us a heads up. What the hell, Alaric.”
The house isn’t even messy, I just enjoy watching them freak out. Tatum glares at me as he stands and begins to pick up the small things left out. A coffee mug, a pair of socks, etc. Meanwhile, Jamie begins vacuuming, a stressed out look on his face while I hide a smile.
Getting up, I start to make lunch since we haven’t eaten yet. Chicken and rice bowls are easy and taste amazing, so I’m cooking when Beckham rings the door bell.
Keeping busy helps to hide my nerves. It’s how I handle most things in my life. I’ll go for a run, spar, or shake down people for money they owe my dad. Most people think that I’m the most responsible and calmest alpha in my pack, but I’m simply better at hiding behind my facade.
