My alpha roared at my omega’s approval, and my chest puffed with pride. I never cared about what omegas thought of me, except for Willow.
The blankets pooled around her hips as she stretched with a cute mewling sound, her tits bouncing slightly. Fuck. She was pure sin. And the loose sweats around my hips did nothing to hide how sexy I found her. She giggled the most beautiful, melodic noise, covering her mouth.
“What’s so funny, Omega?” I asked, my eyes narrowing as I prowled toward her, my palms pressing into the mattress.
“Trouble, Alpha? Do you need my help?”
A pretty pink tongue darted out to wet her lips and I was tempted to find out how gorgeous she’d look on her knees with my cock in her mouth. Memories of her pussy squeezing my knot made me growl. She’d be my undoing.
My phone dinged again. I hissed, dragging my tongue over the points of my teeth. Reluctantly, I turned my attention away from her, irritation prickling at my nape as I read the message on the screen.
“As tempting as you are, I have to get to work.”
Her mouth twisted into an exaggerated frown as she tried to get up. Something pinched in my chest. I gripped her arm, gently holding her in place.
“I’ll go back to my room.”
My thumb feathered over the swell of her lips, my head shaking.
“This is your room. I’ll have Aileen move your things this afternoon. We’re courting. You belong in my bed, Willow. Now, be a good girl and go back to sleep. It’s still early.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but I silenced her, pressing my finger to her lips.
“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be in my office if you need anything. Aileen can make you breakfast, and I’ll make sure I’m wrapped up by dinner so I can join you.”
For a second, it looked like she might fight me on it. And thenthe most beautiful thing happened. She smiled—an open and unguarded one. My heart forgot how to beat for a moment, and I felt like a young boy with a crush.
“Okay, Alpha,” she said, her eyes shining as she shimmied.
A pale pink blush spread over her chest as she rocked up to her knees. My painfully hard dick jumped. Her tits bounced with the motion, and she reached out, running her nails through my still-damp scruff.
Before I could pounce on her and pin her to the bed, my omega pressed the sweetest kiss to the corner of my mouth, tapped my cheek, and fell back into the sea of pillows.
“Sleepy,” she mumbled, tugging the blankets over her breasts. “Is this alright?”
“It’s everything. You’re everything.”
And she was. My lips rested on her temple as she fell back asleep, her chest lifting in slow, steady beats. Visions of Willow naked in my bed every morning rooted in the recesses of mind, making their home there.
Reluctantly, I pulled away from her and dressed.
I messaged Erik, my contractor, to give him the day off. While I wanted the nest for Willow done sooner than later, I didn’t want anyone disturbing her while she rested. We were on a precipice, and I had to handle her carefully so I wouldn’t spook her.
She may have accepted relocating and turning my space intoourspace. But I had a feeling that if she found out I was having a custom nest built for her, it might send her running.
The house was quiet as I walked into my study. It would be half noon before Liam woke up, and I expected Aidan and Torin would wander around shortly. Both were early risers. Not as early as me, but still.
Aileen had a small suite that she stayed in when she didn’t want to go home. After she told me her townhouse was too big for her, I made sure she always had a place here. She was the closest thing I had to a mother since my ma passed. I fiddled with the crucifix around my neck. I was never a religious person, but it was my ma’s, and I liked to carry a part of her with me.
My phone buzzed with a message from Robert Sweeney, theHead of Medicine at Mass General. He was a family friend and agreed to personally look at Isabelle Sterling’s medical history for me.
I dialed him back, grunting his name when he answered. “Sweeney.”
“Mr. Finnegan, thank you for returning my call so quickly. I have reviewed Isabelle Sterling’s records, and unfortunately there is not much to go by. Her results appear to have been tampered with. All that I can deduce from what’s included is that she suffers from anxiety manifesting as physical ailments.”
“Bullshite,” I hissed, slamming my fist. “Sterling is fucking with her.”
“Possibly,” Sweeney said.
