Noa tries to reach for me, but she can hardly keep her eyes open. I cradle the side of her head, slightly pushing her into Havoc’s chest as she falls asleep almost as quickly as that heat spike got her.
When we bond, I want Silas there. The whole Pack together. Not that this wasn’t fucking amazing. I need Silas as much as I need Havoc and Noa.
I won’t ever admit it again, but I’m the most sensitive out of the three of us.
Speaking of which, I can feel him in my bond, a mix of frustration and happiness, and it’s stronger as I sense him nearing the car. Silas’s outgoing ass whips the car door open and deeply sniffs and then slams down into the passenger seat of my car and shuts the door.
“Why the hell didn’t you call me?” He whispershouts, and Noa curls more into Havoc as he growls at Silas.
“You’re the one who told her we’d wait,” I said, still blissed out from pleasing my omega.
“Because she was scared! Her nest!”
“There wasn’t time; it was a heat flare-up,” I explain as his eyes move from Noa to Havoc’s exposed arm.
“I felt it,” Silas says as he stares at Havoc’s bond mark, right in the crook of his elbow. I smile as I stare. The little bite mark next to her real bite mark— a bond that can never be broken. A bond that will make us whole. The unease in my chest unwinds as their bond settles in, and I hope like hell we can finish our bonds soon. My little omega seems to waste no time in becoming a Gray.
“Yeah,” I say as I remember that feeling. Even when we bonded Havoc, the feeling wasn’t as intense. Still intense, but there is something different about being a full Pack, finding all our missing pieces, and becoming whole.
“Is she okay?” Silas asks, running a hand through her auburn hair. Havoc shakes his head no. He explains what happened at the restaurant, how she was talking to her parents, got super scared, and ran. Havoc spotted the Fallon Pack. They tried to chase after her, but he intercepted them, knocking one of them out. The other two fell back, and he chased after Noa.
“You let them slip?” Silas asks, scrunching his eyebrows.
“The police were on their way, and my omega was running. There is no way I’d let her run wherever she was going, alone.”
I hum, agreeing with his judgment call to follow Noa. As much as I want those fuckers to pay, nothing at the expense of Noa.
“What did they look like?” I ask quietly, hoping Noa doesn’t wake up to us having this conversation.
“Jackson is obvious, the tallest and strongest. Light hair. Light eyes. No tattoos, a lightning bolt scar on his left eyebrow, and unemployed as of two years ago. Derrick, a police officer in Ohio, is short and stubby, with dark hair, dark eyes, and facial hair. Mayfield, he’s stronger, with light hair and eyes. Tattoo of a bird on his neck. Fucking stupid to have such identifiers and be horrible people.”
“Not surprising,” Silas says as he leans his back against the dash and his legs squish into the passenger seat.
“So what are we doing?” I ask. We’re hockey players. Havoc is a sculptor now. “What legal actions can we take? She’s bonded to one of us; that has to give us something, right?”
Havoc shakes his head, and Silas shrugs. “We’ll start with keeping her safe.”
That I have no doubt we can do, but I can’t sit around when there are alphas trying to claim my omega.
I have to dosomething.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
NOA
I’m bonded. I have a bond. I’m a claimed omega, as of yesterday. Oh, my God. I’m the Gray Pack’s omega. I need to move in, probably claim the nest as I should have in the first place, and meet their parents. I should change my name! No… I should slow down.
We haven’t even had sex. Not yet, anyway. I woke up to Havoc carrying me into the house and being greeted by Otis, and after a proper meal, I was… well… embarrassingly exhausted. I guess running a few blocks in a heat spike while wearing heels will do that to a girl. My calves ache, and I fell asleep on the couch surrounded by my Pack.
With my bonded mate.
I itch to bond the other two. Silas and Thorne,though I don’t want to bond them in a haze, like I did Havoc. I want to be fully myself, so I’d need to do it before my heat.
But how much time do I have? If I am having spikes, then…
I run my hands down the sides of my head, smoothing my hair down as I watch my client leave after her consultation. She wanted a Scented Scorpion blanket in a California king-size quilt, which required a consultation and custom pricing. She leaves, bouncing on her toes.
Two happy omegas make for a great day. Havoc, my mate, is setting up security cameras and linking them to his phone and the desktop in my office. He’s so sweet and protective, it makes me want to love on him. It always does.
