I nod, knowing my cheeks are on fire from embarrassment. Thorne wraps his hands around my waist, above Silas’s and Havoc’s, and I chuckle at our three-way group cuddle.
I lean against them, trying to find my strength when I hear scratching.
“What is that?”
“It’s Otis,” Thorne mumbles. None of them make moves to go get the dog.
“Thought you were getting lucky, huh?” Silas says and slides his arm from around me and slaps Thorne’s ass.
“I did,” Thorne grumbles as he presses his lips to my shoulder again. “But I love this just as much.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
NOA
Islept in my room instead of with one of my alphas. Maybe they thought I was doing it to protect myself from them, but I was doing it so they’d besafe from me. My skin is running hot, my core is constantly on, and my heat is closer now than ever. The door next to mine haunts me. Taunts me to make it mine.
We had a ton of hard conversations, but it is so foreign that they finally know everything. Now, the only part left is toactually dealwith my problems.
Silas and Thorne had early morning hockey practice, so it’s just me, Havoc, and Otis in the house. I prayed they were sleeping as I gave in to the urge to peek into the nest. The white door creaks as it opens, unlike the other doors, and it makes me jump as I take in the extremely bare room.
No other omega has been in here. Or if they had, the boys got rid of everything but the mattress and the frame. Not even a mattress topper is in this room. The walls are cream instead of white, like in my room, and I also prefer it. Not that this is mine.Because it’s not.
But I like the cream walls. The bed is almost the size of the room, maybe two king-size beds put together? There is a soft, white frame that appears almost as if it were made of pillows. It looks super fluffy, and I want to touch it so bad, but I keep my little behind right in this doorway.
I stare into the room a little longer, unable to move any further into the room, but I really want to. Otis barges in, pushing the door holding my weight all the way open, causing me to trip. I’m frozen now inside the nest, staring at him jumping on the bed.
I didn’t mind Otis on my bed, in the other room, but… no. Not in here.
Havoc follows in and gives Otis a hard stare, silently pointing to the door. Otis instantly knows the command and is bouncing out of the room with a waggling tail. I love how happy he always is. It’s infectious and almost distracts me from his being in here. Now that Otis is out, I glance at Havoc to see he’s already staring at me.
I remain frozen, as if I’m waiting for a command. I wring my hands as he stares, and I have a millionexcuses why I’m in here, but none of them make it past my lips.
“I was just?—”
“You can do whatever you want, Noa,” Havoc interrupts and looks around the room. “We’ll wash the mattress. Otis should know better.”
“Hmm,” I say, trying to step away from the room, but I can’t bring my body to part with it.
“The room could use some life.” He says after gazing about the room.
“Some color, maybe,” I mutter as he walks closer to me. His scent warms me, and I feel myself instantly relaxing as his eyes melt into mine. His wide frame swallows me, blocking the room, and I can finally move again.
I step back, and Havoc leads us to the kitchen, where Thorne left us a breakfast of cinnamon rolls and berry smoothies.
I have the best freaking alphas.
“What colors would you put in there?”
I laugh at his inability to be low-key about this, but I play into his question, anyway. “Well, I like bright colors.”
“Your nest before didn’t have color. You changed your mind?” My last nest, before it was destroyed, was decorated in browns and neutral colors. It was my first official nest, and I was afraid of putting bright colorsand not liking it, but now… now I can afford to do whatever I want.
“What colors do you think I’d put in there?” I ask. Now that, well, now that I might have a nest, maybe I can finally have that shopping spree at the official nest store.
“Orange, pink, maybe even red.”
“Red?” I ask, surprised at the color choice.
