“I want to bond you so fucking bad,” he says as he peppers kisses down my throat. “I want everything with you, princess.”
“I want that too,” I promise him. “But first we need to make my nest perfect,” I joke, handing him the Allen wrench again.
“I can do that,” he says with a smile, as relief and happiness fills his features.
“As soon as the nest is done, I want to do it. I want to bond with all of you before my next heat.”
I’m not sure why this feeling of needing this room complete is nagging me so much, but it is. It will be perfect, it will be everything I ever wanted. My dream nest, my dream pack. The best things in life are worth waiting for.
Plus, I think I just lit a fire under their asses to get this room done sooner than later.
“Let me go get my hard-working Alpha something to drink,” I coo at him, peppering kisses against his face.
“Thanks, princess,” he says with a wide grin, the dark cloud that was following him completely gone.
The article was jarring, but I don’t think much of it. I’m not sure what has Danny so desperate, but it’s pretty pathetic. Hopefully he realizes quickly that nothing he can say or do will win me back, I’m beyond happy where I am.
My phone buzzes in my back pocket, jolting me as I grab a glass from the cabinet. I smile, assuming my Gran wants to go to bingo or something else. But my mouth drops when I open the text.
Mom
Hey honey, Danny is really trying to get a hold of you. Give him a chance.
I stare down at the text and consider responding, explaining everything they did to me. Has she not seen the news?
One thing is for sure, she doesn’t give a single shit about me. She hasn’t checked on me once since I moved back home, not a single text, phone call, anything. The one time she decides to reach out it’s not only to talk about my ex, but to vouch for him, even when he’s been horrible.
“Hey, baby, you good?” Mack says, startling me. I put my phone back in my pocket and give him a sweet smile.
I’m done giving power to the people who hurt me the most. I leave the text unanswered and wrap my arms around Mack’s waist.
“Yeah, never better,” I say, and I mean it.
The past is irrelevant. This beautiful future in front of me is all that matters.
Chapter 30
Cole
About eight packagesa day get delivered to the house for Shiloh’s dream nest. With her promise of bonding once it’s finished, it’s completely lit a fire under all of our asses to get the room done A-fucking-SAP.
Not to mention all the nesting tendencies Shiloh is showing right now. The need to make this all perfect for her is overwhelming. She deserves it and we’re going to give it to her.
That’s why I’m pushing all the boxes into the elevator and bringing them to the top floor to her nest. One box is heavier than shit, and I wonder what she’s ordered now.
I push the boxes out of the elevator and Mack comes to help.
“Jesus, what the fuck is in this box?” he says, as we both lift it and bring it into the room.
Shiloh’s holding up swatches of blackout curtain colors against the wall and windows trying to decide which color to order.
“Oh, more packages,” she says, placing the swatches down and coming to open her boxes.
Jonah even bought her a pink box cutter so that she wouldn’t break a nail while opening her plethora of mail deliveries.
She opens some of the smaller boxes first, creating a pile of blankets and pillows that need to be washed and then used by us to then be placed in the nest. I currently have two pink silk pillowcases and a heated blanket on my bed to smell like me. Jonah is wearing new T-shirts for her to steal and Mack has a series of waterproof blankets that he has in rotation.
The next box she opens is filled with sex toys, and that has my interest piqued as I glance down.
