“I fucking do! We’re meant to have guests arriving in a week.”
“Koz! Don’t spoil the surprises!” Puck snaps. His voice like the crack of a whip.
And I know we’re in for a more volatile adjustment period than what Omega Beatrice lectured us on. It’s a period where we will struggle to keep a lid on our more primalresponses and insatiable needs, almost like an extended heat minus the madness. It's a natural adjustment and I honestly can’t wait to lose control more often than not while we find that sweet spot that will let us mingle more with people outside of our pack.
I suspect since we have a lot of history, and these alphas are a little more dominant than others, we’ll be enjoying more explosive times than usual. But I really can’t find it in myself to worry about that at all. Turns me on, actually.
Koz sweeps past me, muttering under his breath, and scenting like a very aroused and frustrated alpha, heading back into the bedroom. He returns soon after, slightly more under control.
He stops behind me. “Thick panties for you, micina, or seriously I’ll be knotting you again and again.”
I lean back against him. “I still see no problem with anything you’re saying, Alpha.”
“Yeah, well I do. I want to cook for you and you need to call King, then the girls. I get they’re family now, but Jesus-fucking-Christ they’re impatient.”
His mood erupts out of him, and I nab his retreating hand. “Show me my house, Alpha, then while you cook for me—”
“And feed you,” he hisses.
I turn back for the big reveal, but keep talking away happily. “While you get my dinner, or lunch or breakfast ready, I’ll do the rounds on the phone quickly, and then we can go back to bed. We are not rushing through this part. Family and business can wait.”
“Agreed, the whole fucking world can wait, showing you your house cannot. Eyes open, micina,” he says quietly. His voice is one of my favourite things about him, it always changes, reflective of his mood.
I open my eyes.
My eyes nearly pop out of my head as I do a slow spin, taking in the room. The space is enormous.
“Where are we?”
“Surely you remember this space?” Koz asks. His question is not in disbelief, he’s one hundred percent toying with me, and loving doing it.
“You didn’t!” I gasp, my mouth falling open.
“Of course, I fucking did. What do you think?” he bites back, getting irritated. But I know it’s not irritation towards me—he’s stressed I won’t like the home he brought us.
“Are you seriously asking me what I think right now, Koz!” I screech.
At my response and accompanying smile, he laughs, and I leave him and the others leaning against the wall while I pretty much float deliriously through the huge, converted warehouse apartment.
Koz and I stayed here for a week. It's walking distance to all the bars and restaurants, while if you walk in the opposite direction, you’re in the middle of a shopper’s paradise. There’s an easy vibe and energy that suits us to a tee. And I cannot believe he bought it as our home.
Without taking a step, I know how big and amazing this place is. It’s gigantic, over 4000 square feet, spread across two levels. He’s had the place done over by an interior designer. There’s a touch of pale dove grey over the walls, new carpet, curtains, light fittings, marble tops to the kitchen counters; everything we talked about that would make the place sing.
Koz didn’t make it simply sing, he took the place to sell-out concert level.
For me.
I rub my chest as I stare wild-eyed at our home.
“No one is allowed past those doors, micina. I literally do not care who the fuck they are, but that electronic lock is to keep every fucking person out of our space. It is for us alone. I will not have any other male or another omega even look in your nest. Do you understand me?” He’s overly emotional. Half furious in his need for me to understand his rule.
Twisting around slightly confused, I see what he means. From where we just were, two huge doors are currently wide open, but they mark the start of a corridor back to the bedroom we were in. I completely missed seeing the other rooms, lost in the realisation of being packed.
“When it’s us, everything stays open,” Koz keeps explaining the rules. “And Raney, I don’t want you venturing down to the lower levels without an alpha accompanying you. You know how we make our money, sometimes it means I have to make bold statements or lose face.”
“Where is it?” It being a room. Or a cage, or a place where those proclamations of ruthlessness are made in blood and pain.
I look back at him when he doesn’t answer immediately, and he’s looking almost coy. He shrugs and bites his teeth, but I wave him on. “I may have omitted some of the details about what parts of the apartment we own. But I have one very astute business partner who has been in my ear about venturing into property.”
