“So you hardly talk to me for days after, making me think I’m being a selfish Omega by wanting so many people? Here I thought I had feelings for five guys when in reality it was just three?” Well, six, but my feelings for Damien were confusing.
“We’re sorry, okay? We fucked up. We were going to tell you, I promise,” Carson insists. “After the game, before Damien started with his bullshit, we were going to tell you.”
“How did you know?” I ask Damien. “They were Waffle and Grim.”
“When I followed you to Vegas.” Damien rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.
I was so shocked by his confession of his feelings for me that I completely forgot about the part where he followed me to Vegas.
“What the fuck, man? So you’re a stalker now?” Reid hisses. “You should be arrested.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Damien growls.
“Who is who?” I ask Carson and Reid, my body starting to feel numb, detached, my mind starting to shut down. Too much to process, to deal with. I can feel myself disassociating.
“I’m Waffle,” Carson admits.
“I’m Grim,” Reid mutters.
And Damien is Death.
After years of wondering what they looked like, who they were, never in my wildest dreams did I expect it to be the three men standing in front of me.
The two men I met at the gala, the two strangers I went to a hotel with for my heat, found out they’re my Alphas, are two of the guys I’ve grown up with playing online.
Damien, my stepbrother, the guy I thought hated me for years, is really one of my friends, someone I’ve had feelings for for years.
It’s been them all along. Hours of gaming, laughing, and bonding. It’s been them. They’ve been my escape when I felt like my world was closing in. When I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
It was them who were my only bit of light for a very long time.
I’m enraged with the fact that they kept this from me. I have so many questions. But I’m also thrilled over the fact that I can have them. Right? I can have them? They’re mine, aren’t they?
My body starts to sway, my vision goes blurry, and the last thing I hear before everything goes black is three men rushing my way, yelling my name.
Chapter 19
Damien
“Addie!” I scream her name, lunging forward as her body falls.
The other two shout her name as well, diving to catch her, but I make it there first, scooping her up in my arms at the last second.
My heart thunders in my chest, fear clogs my lungs. “Addie, baby.” I cup her face, feeling like a fucking asshole for overwhelming her to the point she passed out.
“Is she okay?” Reid asks as I hoist her into my arms bridal-style.
Ignoring him, I head toward the front door to bring her inside and lay her down.
“Where the fuck are you going!?” Carson shouts.
“Give her to us!” Reid argues, following along behind.
I continue to ignore them as I make my way upstairs. The only thing on my mind is getting Addie to a comfortable spot.
The other two continue arguing as they trail behind me. When I step into her room, I’m hit with her scent and have to close my eyes for a moment before I fucking moan in front of these two.
Seriously, my girl smells orgasmic.
