“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I say, completely mesmerized by the display I just had the honor of witnessing.
Opal nods her head, looking just as amazed as she mumblesan agreement. Kit laughs as he tries to level his breathing. “What, have you never seen a man come untouched before?”
We both shake our heads.
“Well, get used to it,” Sam says, showering Kit’s neck and shoulder with tiny pecks just before he nicks him. “Because this one does that a lot.”
“Wicked,” Opal whispers, still awestruck, and it makes me grin. I hold her tighter, and the emotional connection makes my knot flex inside her. She heaves a satisfied sigh, pulsing around me, and I calmly lie us on our side so we can relax without me hurting her.
“Well,” Kit says as Sam pulls out. “Thank you for not knotting me because I want to kiss our omega.” He crawls to her and places his lips over hers. My alpha lies to rest inside my chest as I watch them together, my heart feeling more full than it’s ever been.
What is this feeling in my chest? Is it happiness? Is it contentment? I’m not sure, but I would literally give anything if it meant I got to lie here with them, knotted and loved, for the rest of my life.
FORTY-THREE
Kit changed the group chat name to ‘Opal’s Angels’
Sam: That would imply that we all know how to fight. And we do not.
Thatcher: You better be talking about Kit
Sam: I’m not.
Opal: I think this is causing more issues than it’s worth.
Kit: nah, pebble, they are big boys. let them work it out.
Thatcher: yes I am big, which means I can fight
Kit: Sure, babe. Whatever you say
Thatcher: I’m going to kiss your ass
Kit: Weird threat, but okay.
Thatcher: KICK*i meant kick!!
Kit: We all knew what you meant
Things are a bit slower through the week. When my symptoms started acting up a few days ago, I immediately made an appointment with my doctor to see what was going on. Turns out, thanks to no longer taking my blockers, my next heat cycle is approaching quicker than we thought. Despite that, she confirmed that going off my blockers was for the best, and that everything else looked to be normal and steady for the time being.
Still, I feel groggy as the week goes on, spending more and more time alone. Kit has been there for me, but I haven’t told him that I stopped taking my blockers, so he hasn’t suspected anything other than it being a normal flare-up. On top of that, I had to speak to both my professor and the principal of the school where I’m doing my teaching assignment to inform them of my absences coming in the near future. They were both very cool about it, thankfully, and I’m hoping Miss Blue will be, too, when I finally tell her.
Friday is a chill day, and I spend the lunch hour cleaning the classroom rather than going with the class to the cafeteria. I have a bad migraine, and my clothes feel weird on my skin, but I persevere as I eat a few pretzels and clean up as much as I can. The classroom has already begun to transform, the winter decorations having been replaced with paper trim and flowers. Pink, orange, and yellow paper petals soaring over the wall, made by children’s hands. It’s the epitome of spring, and it makes dealing with my symptoms a little bit easier.
“Aw, Opal,” Miss Blue says as she walks into the room, her lunchbox in hand. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I know,” I tell her, picking up the last of the trash on the floor. “But I don’t mind.”
“You always go above and beyond for me. Thank you so much.”
She sits down at her desk and pulls out a miniature personal pizza. The smell makes my stomach grumble, but I can’t even think about going to get food. The lights in there are blinding and will definitely make my headache worse.
“I just wanted to let you know,” I say as she eats a pepperoni right off the top, “that I’ll be taking a week or so off soon.”
“Oh?” She looks at me, concerned. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, I just have, you know, omega things to deal with.”
