“What the fuck was that for!” Sam spat, clutching his bleeding mouth.
“You upset my Omega,” he answered simply.
“A cop friend of mine is on the way to arrest them,” Kyan murmured, having approached me at some point.
I pulled out of the fog crowding my thoughts.
“Perfect, let me get my recorder and take some statements from you two.”
I rushed out to return to my room.
“Briar,” Elias called out, and I slowed at the entrance of the bedrooms. He crowded into me, and the smile on his lips was blinding.
“The charges against you have officially been dropped.”
My pulse jumped.
“I’m not being dinged for cutting it off?”
“No, you’re all clear.”
The words caused a tunnel sensation. Air sucked out of my lungs. In the same rush, it returned, whooshing in my ears.
I exhaled my relief, falling into Elias’ arms. Tears ran down my face, effectively blinding me.
Chapter 53
Inever cleaned up. I hated it . . .
Fuck. Nesting behavior. My heat was close. Usually, I’d want to clean during the last stage, right when it was hovering. I’d say it would only be another day before it hit.
And I needed to make a decision, stat.
I’d propose an option to them.
I didn’t think they would ever let me move, and some sick, perverse part inside me was high on that, but I wouldn’t let them know.
Still, I had to try to give them—and me—an out.
I finished making the bed and folded up my blankets near the pillows. I exhaled slowly and straightened my shoulders.
“Greymont Pack meeting,” I shouted, stepping into the hallway. “In the living room.”
I can do this.
I reached my spot before any of them and stood in front of the television, trying not to fiddle. One by one, they shuffled in.
Elias and Kyan were full of caution as they dropped on the couch.
“You ordering us about is making me hard, sweets,” Sinclair said as he sprawled out between them, his smirk wider than ever.
“I have a proposition for you,” I announced, getting right into it.
“This is getting better and better.”
I ignored Sinclair and clapped my hands. “Listen to everything I have to say first,” I warned. “I want to propose an arrangement.”I can do this.“What if I move into an apartment nearby?” I blurted before I chickened out.
Sinclair sat up, his smile disappearing.
