I have Noah’s bench.
And I put Johan’s laptop on the nightstand.
Plus all their clothes and bedding throughout my pillowed heaven.
“It’s perfect,” I whisper.
“I disagree,” a deep voice replies, causing the hairs on my nape to stand on end.
“Lazarus.” The name escapes me on a breath, my body instantly on edge as I slowly turn to face him.
But then his comment registers, hisdisagreementwith my statement.
I frown at him, then reevaluate the nest I’m kneeling in the middle of, searching for what’s wrong with it.
Is he saying that because I made it in his bed?
The whole point was to fight back. To prove to him that I’m pack. To make him trust me.
But also to punish him for running away after I claimed him.
However, I never considered what would happen if he hated my effort.
“You don’t like my nest?” I despise the hurt in my voice.
Maybe I deserve this for claiming him like I did.
Only, he’s mine. He’s been mine since he kidnapped me.And he told Luna he was falling in love with me.
I frown, utterly confused by the whiplash of emotions spiraling through me.
“Oh, I love your nest, princess,” he murmurs, his fingers loosening the tie around his neck. “I merely disagreed with your assessment of it being perfect.”
My frown deepens. “What’s wrong with my nest?” I demand, irritated by his evaluation. “I worked very hard to build this today.”
I have no idea what time it is, but I know I’ve been in here for hours. And I don’t appreciate him waltzing in here just to disrespect my nest.
“I can see that, Aurora. It’s beautiful.”
“But not perfect?” I demand, my eyebrow arching upward. “You’re comparing my nest to others you’ve seen?”
That question makes me see red.
Because he’s been with other omegas.
In their nests.
And they were better than mine?
The bastard must not see my mounting fury because he smiles and slowly takes off his jacket, the black fabric looking as expensive as the rest of him. He sets it on the bench without question, either not noticing the new furniture or not minding it.
“It’s not perfect, because you’re still clothed,” he murmurs. “If you were kneeling like that naked with slick pouring down your thighs,thenit would be perfect.”
He finishes removing his tie and adds it to his pile on the bench, then begins to unfasten his cuff links.
“As for comparing it to other nests, that’s not possible. Your nest is the first one I’ve ever seen, and the only one I’ll ever experience.” He walks around to place his cuff links on the nightstand. “Assuming I’m invited to join you, of course.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask why he wouldn’t be allowed in my safe haven when I remember why this all started.
