Deep blues accented with touches of green and soft beige, teal and turquoise interspersed with the occasional dot of rich purple. Piles of pillows and blankets are neatly arranged in aesthetic clusters. The walls look textured due to the rippling wallpaper, accentuated by the twinkle lights casting the space in an ethereal glow.
And in the middle of it, our own perfect omega.
She kneels, sitting back on her heels in the middle of the recessed mattress. Her long brown hair flows around her, barely skimming her heels, and her hands are clasped tightly in her lap, knuckles white and pinched with nerves.
“Do you like it?” Her voice wavers slightly, and Riley jerks forward a step in response. Brooks catches his shoulder with a warning growl. We will not step a single toe across that doorway unless she asks us to.
“We love it, Petal. It’s absolutely stunning,” he says.
Riley nods emphatically and I hum my agreement, lost in the beauty of her in her space. She eyes us, uncertainty pinching her brow, but then her expression clears.
“Oh, I forgot. Please, come in.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Sage
They like it? They’re practically climbing over each other in their hurry to get through the door, and I giggle when Brooks gets stuck. He shoves through with a grunt, the last to enter, and my omega settles happily.
My pack.
My nest.
Just as it should be.
Riley steps tentatively over to me, careful not to nudge any of the blankets or pillows, and I giggle again.
“You can touch things, it’s okay,” I say.
Riley flops onto his back beside me and looks up at the twinkle lights through the sheer fabric draping the ceiling.
“This is the coolest room I’ve ever seen,” they say. “Even better than I imagined it, and I was there when we got all this!”
I bite my lip, a massive smile trying to break out at his approval. I glance over at Vee and Brooks, and they’re taking in the room with wide eyes.
“You did all this by yourself?” Brooks says.
“It wasn’t that hard,” I say.
He grunts in reply, then his warm eyes turn to me.
“It’s stunning. Not quite as stunning as you, but this room…” he trails off, looking around again. “Wow, Sage.”
“You can say that again,” Riley mumbles.
“I’m so proud of you, Sweetling,” Vee says, sitting behind me and tucking herself up against my back.
I lean into her, and she scent marks my cheek.
“It’s a perfect nest,” she says.
I don’t think I could be happier if I tried. Every single tiny particle of me is satisfied. I’m warm and bubbly, proud and excited.
“Literally perfect,” Riley says. “This is seriously so cool. Can you redo my room for me?”
I turn to him, my heart thumping an unsteady beat. “Seriously?”
He drags his gaze from my trinket shelf to meet my eyes. “Yeah. Seriously. This is awesome.”
