I was bundledup on the couch in front of the fire. It was my first time leaving my nest since my heat started… well, besides my beach adventure. My muscles were sore and my emotions were raw as I rode the waves of hormones still surging through me, but I could feel my alphas through the bond, sending pulses of love and care to me. An unshakeable sense of calm filled me from head to toe.
Felix had braved coming back inside and was curled up on my lap while my guys cleaned up the nest and got us food. Lars had gotten my phone for me and I turned it on for the first time in days. I blinked when I saw 142 unread texts. Holy shit. Almost all of them were from the omega group chat. I scrolled back to catch up on everything I missed.
There was a barrage of texts telling me not to worry because they had the lighthouse shifts under control and to have so much fun. Summer had sent a long series of dirty emojis that made me smile. I skimmed through the texts until I got to the ones from today.
Lucy
Did you hear Stanley’s announcement? Most of the shops on Main Street don’t have power after the storm and it looks like the Harvest Festival will be canceled
Summer
Oh no, really? Is your shop ok?
Lucy
Shop’s fine. No power but also no damage, so I’m relieved. But I’m so sad about the festival. I know we make fun of Stanley but I actually love it
Ivy
Me too. And I already have everything for my booth ready
Summer
Don’t tell him but yeah, I do too. And I’ve seen how much work he’s put into it from my hours working with Harry
Ivy
Are you sure there’s nothing we can do? Like an alternate location?
Lucy
It would be a ton of work to move everything but maybe we can make it work. The issue is that we have to have a power source, so the park isn’t really an option
“This is sad, Felix. Do you like the festivals?”
Felix meowed.
I chewed my lip and drummed my fingers against my phone screen. If they needed an open area with access to power, there was an obvious solution.
Here. My home.
There was a large flat field next to the lighthouse and our massive generator was strong enough to power both the lighthouse and the cottage during storms.
“I have to do this, don’t I?”
Felix placed his little head on my arm.
“Ugh, I can’t refuse that face. But if I do this, I’m officially part of the town, which was totally not the plan. I moved here to be alone. I was going to be the mysterious lighthouse keeper witch who the town’s children made up scary stories about.” I grinned at Felix’s exasperated expression. “I guess this is better, though.”
Lars came over to the couch carrying two steaming mugs. He handed one to me and I sighed happily when I realized it was hot apple cider with whipped cream.
“You spoil me,” I said, curling into his side.
He kissed the top of my head. “Only what you deserve. How’re you feeling, sweetheart?”
“Sore, tired, but good.”
“I’ll give you a massage when you finish your drink.”
