“The other omegas don’t want me,” Cassidy whispers in my ear, a truth that breaks my heart. “Be a good girl and breathe for us. Your brother is already doing better. Come on, Lovey.”
A sob releases as Bellamy pulls me into his embrace, his body trembling as he holds me. Cassidy begins to let us go, but Bell’s head shakes violently, a sign for her not to go far.
“We…haven’t slept in a bedroom in almost a year, not since our parents were alive,” he rasps. “It’s too big, we can’t sleep in here. Aunt Matilda stuck us in a closet, and refused to give us anything more than a couple of blankets. I was Winter’s pillow, and even then her aunt hated that we were so close.”
“Why not separate you?” Shiloh asks, but Bellamy bares his teeth in anger.
“Any time we’re apart, bad things happen,” he says cryptically.
He’s right. Bret raped him when we were separated, I was raped in the private rooms at The Hug Project, and we were branded like animals when we were with Madam Clara.
Even the group room at The Hug Project was easier to handle together because of the gas pumped through the vents.
We can’t be without each other. We graduated high school last May, so we didn’t have to worry too much about being apart for too long due to classes. Our parents knew we likely wouldn’t be able to handle being at separate schools, so they moved me to Bell’s school. The change was worth being closer to him. I would still have mild anxiety until we were together again though.
“I wasn’t suggesting it,” Shiloh murmurs. “So the bedroom is a bad idea.”
“Can’t we just sleep on the floor,” I mumble, meaning it.
“No, sweetheart. That’s not going to work,” Abbott rumbles, making Bellamy and I shiver.
I have a lot of conflicting feelings running through my body, and I don’t understand any of them.
“The nest needs to be aired out,” Shiloh muses. “We didn’t have a chance to get that room ready.”
“Ugh, we’re so ungrateful,” I groan, my body unable to regulate from the crashing emotions.
“Nope, no you’re not. The nest is in the attic, but it’s clean. The concern lies in the fact that the air is probably stale,” Abbott says. “Do you like this comforter?”
“What?” Bell asks, confused.
It’s a gorgeous cotton patchwork quilt in greens and blues. It reflects both my and Bell’s favorite colors, though there’s no way they’d know that. The room is beautiful, and we don’t deserve it.
It feels as if there’s too much space after existing in a cage like an animal for far too long. However, these alphas would be horrified to hear that, so the suggestion of the floor was the first thing that popped out of my mouth.
“Do you like it?” Cassidy asks, pressing her cheek against his. Bellamy sighs, rubbing against her soft skin, another clear sign that we’re very affected by her as he scent marks her.
How anyone wouldn’t want her is beyond me.
“It’s pretty,” he murmurs. “It looks soft—-wait!”
Abbott pulls the blanket off the bed, fucking it all up as our jaws drop. Bell and I used to be meticulous about our beds. Way before we presented, the corners had to be perfect, and we changed the sheets once a week.
Granted, we tended to sleep in the same bed, despite having connected rooms. I always had a feeling our parents knew, they just didn’t care.
“You messed up the bed,” I hiss, my shock enough to override my anxiety.
It’s funny how that happens, isn’t it?
Abbott simply smirks, coming over to drape the blanket around Bellamy and my shoulders. Ooh, it’s perfect. It’s so damn soft.
Bell moans softly, and the alphas in the room still as we both fawn over the blanket.
“Shit, that was hot,” Ansel whispers. “Abbott, give them your credit card. I want their nest to be perfect so I can hear that sound again.”
“We don’t need stuff,” I pout. “Well, maybe a pillow would help.”
“Have you ever built a nest?” Abbott asks.
