I shook my head.‘No, she deserves to know everything. Just being here with us puts her in danger,’I told him.
Rex grated out a sigh before he gripped the front of my shirt and tugged me forward until our lips met in a soft kiss. I could taste hops on his tongue, telling me that he’d been drinking a beer before he came to find me.
I drank him in desperately, using his sturdy presence to put myself back together piece by piece. Rex was a lot of things, brash, rude, and a bit of a coward when it came to things he didn’t understand, but at the end of the day he was my rock when I needed him.
“Better?” his lips moved against my mouth as he spoke. I nodded, pressing my face to his for one more kiss before I pulled away and sucked in a steadying breath.
‘Thank you,’ I smiled weakly up at him, my insides finally quiet for the first time since Tallulah called out to us earlier.
Rex threaded his callused fingers through mine and pulled me through the kitchen and back into the living room where the rest of the pack was waiting for us.
Rex had called the BBs right after we’d made it home from Wilde Manor, so it didn’t surprise me to see them in the living room fussing over everyone.
At the sound of our arrival, Legs looked up from where she was brushing out Juneau’s golden curls, her brown eyes softening with understanding as she handed the brush to Wren and crossed the room to me.
“Hey sweetheart,” she said as she pulled me into a soft, motherly hug that smelled of lilacs and vanilla. It was the same scent that tinged my earliest memories. From the beginning, Legs, Wren, and Taz had been there for me, my mothers, confidants, and protectors. When it had become clear that my birth mother wasn’t capable of caring for an infant, especially one with special needs, they had taken over.
From teaching me how to ride a bicycle, and later a motorcycle, to protecting me from the alpha bullies in the MC even at the expense of their own safety, the BBs were my mothers in every sense of the word.
“I hear you had a rough day,” Legs whispered as she gave me one last squeeze before pulling away so I could use my hands.
‘Just a little bit,’I signed with a sheepish smile. ‘Luckily for me, I was rescued by a pretty omega.’I knew that Juneau couldn’t see what I was saying because Legs had blocked her view of my hands.
Legs grinned, switching over to sign language to respond.‘To be honest, I think that would make my day better too.’
“Care to share with the class?” Doc asked, his brown eyes dancing because he knew full well what I had just said to Legs.
The rest of the pack had been quietly watching our interaction and I shook my head as my cheeks warmed.
I scooted around Legs in order to squeeze onto the couch next to Juneau, pushing Storm out of the way in the process. I could feel his amusement through the bond at my territorial behavior, but I ignored it. They were just going to have to get used to it, and if they were lucky, I would be nice and share.
Juneau smiled at me, her blue eyes taking in my pale face and damp hair. “Are you ok?” she whispered in my ear, her breath tickling the sensitive skin there.
I nodded, offering her a smile of my own as her lemon pound cake scent wafted into my nose.
The guys had once tried to explain the allure of an omega’s scent to me, but I never truly understood it until I met her. Omegas were hard to come by in the Titans MC and the only one that I knew of had been Apollo’s omega, Orpheus’s mother. She scared the shit out of me, so I would give her as wide a birth as possible.
Juneau’s scent was mouthwatering and entirely distracting. I wanted to scrub myself along every bit of her body until her lemon pound cake scent covered me from head to toe. I knew Juneau had to feel the same way. Every time I came close to her, her nostrils would flare and she would get this dreamy look on her face. It made me feel a little bit punch drunk, as if everything else in the world faded as long as her scent was in my nose.
I was too wrapped up in Juneau’s scent to realize that Rex had asked me a question.
“PC?” Rex’s voice cut through my huffing and I turned to give him my full attention. I wasn’t embarrassed, but I did feel a little guilty for not paying attention.
‘Sorry,’I apologized sheepishly.‘Can you repeat the question?’
“We were just asking how much of the story do you want us to tell,” Doc supplied gently, his eyes dancing with laughter.
I thought about it for a moment. I wanted to be able to tell my part of the story to Juneau in my own words when it was just the two of us. It felt too exposed to do it in front of everyone, even if they already knew the whole thing.
‘Just what the MC actually is, I’ll take her into my nest to tell her the rest,’I signed and watched the muscle in Rex’s jaw tick. He didn’t like the idea of me bringing her into my nest, but I knew he wouldn’t say anything. Not after our interaction in the bathroom a few minutes ago.
Doc nodded, understanding clear on his face as he wiped his hands on the knees of his jeans before turning his attention to Juneau.
“So, before when we were explaining what a motorcycle club was, we didn’t give you the full story.” Doc looked like he’d rather be anywhere else than having this conversation, but he continued anyway.
We had been living in a little bubble over the past week, pretending like we hadn’t been a part of one of the most prolific MCs on the East coast. Now it was time to rip off the Band-Aid and watch Juneau’s opinion of us change.
But if I had learned anything about Juneau Wilde this week, it was that she never did what was expected of her.
