Swallowing back my anger, I watch as Ralph digs his hole deeper before finding out that they’re planning to start selling the product on campus in a few days.
Sneaking back out of the junkyard with Jamie, we begin walking, knowing that Alaric will find us. It’s just how this works.
As we get to the intersection, he pulls out in front of us. Calm as can be, we climb into the vehicle, both seething in anger.
“Give it to me straight. How bad is it,” Alaric demands.
“Really fucking bad. We need to make sure these drugs never hit the streets, or it’s going to be much worse than it is now,” I admit.
“It’s time to lay it all out in front of Eddy then,” Alaric decides as he drives.
Leaning back into my seat, I nod. Ralph better count his last hours, because they’re fucking numbered.
CHAPTER 18
BECKHAM
After finding out about the deaths of the students, I spiraled a bit.
The guys took me back to their place after the meeting and I spent the past few nights there, but when they left to go look further into who could be dealing the drugs, I decided to come home and get a few changes of clothes.
When I suggested heading home for a few days because I didn’t want to overstay in their space, they said their place was mine and I was welcome there any time I wanted.
I’d be lying if it didn’t feel good to hear that. As much as I love my dad, I don’t want to be in his house anymore.
He’salways here, always around. I shouldn’t have to have a million locks on my door to feel safe. I shouldn’t have to sleep at a hotel or in my office in order to get any sleep.
The best sleep I’ve had since moving back has all been at the guys’ place. With their warm bodies against mine, their scent mingled with mine, it’s been perfect. I never want to leave. It feels like home, where I’m supposed to be.
While I can’t fully move in, at least not on paper because the school needs my dad’s address for their files, I do think I’ll be spending a lot more time at their place.
They even cleared out the small spare room they have and said this can be the space for my nest when I’m ready for one at their place.
They’re giving me a safe place for just me. How can I not fall hard for these men?
I’ve been stupid to think I could have ever denied them. They’re perfect for me. My sweet, stubborn, bratty, passionate, protective, obsessive alphas.
I hate myself for running from them, for pushing them away. I had my reasons, my fear and my trauma, but none of that is an issue anymore. I trust them. And when I’m finally able to open up about Ralph, I know in my heart they won’t turn me away, won’t see me as damaged goods.
The biggest reason I haven’t told them fully about my past is because I know they would kill Ralph in a heartbeat. Yes, I want to see him die, to see him suffer, but I don’t want my alphas’ safety to be at risk by killing my father’s right hand man and starting a war, causing me to pick sides.
I know it would kill me when I’d pick my alphas’ side over my father. Because I would. I’d choose them. I love my dad but I can’t choose him if he’s defending a monster.
Speaking of my dad, I tried calling him, but he hasn’t been picking up. His assistant informed me he was out of town for a few days, probably dealing with the new big life change.
It’s crazy to think my dad found his scent match. And not only that, but so late in life. He’s in his fifties, still looks good for his age, but I don’t think finding an omega who’s half his age was on his bingo card for not just this year, but his whole life.
Not sure how all of that is going to work out, or what he plans on doing. Still not sure how I feel about Ghost. The manis clearly not all there in the head. He’s going to drive my father into an early grave.
As I get out of the shower, drying my hair with a towel, I look around the room, checking to see what I should bring over to the guys’ house.
I already have some of my work suits in their closet, but for the most part I just wear their clothes.
My eyes land on my closet and the nest I’ve built there. Chewing on my lower lip, I wonder, should I?
If I’m going to be spending more time at their place than here, wouldn’t it make sense to bring my things for my nest and use it to build one at theirs?
“Fuck it.” I grab a bag and start shoving my blankets into it. When I realize I don’t have enough room, I start grabbing an armful of stuff and bring it down to my car.
