Omegas belong nowhere but on the pedestal they truly deserve.
Reluctantly, he says, “I’ll put the fuzzy wallpaper up.”
“Velvet, you buffoon.” I let his face go and take a step back. “This is your last chance. Another fuck up, you’re gone. Understand?”
He just nods. I don’t care anymore so I spin on my heel and leave him there to fester in his thoughts. Maybe if I weren’t trying to get home as quickly as possible to my sweet little omega, then I would care a tad more. The ball is in his court to do his job correctly. If he doesn’t, he’ll be gone, and I’ll be fixing everything behind him like I have been the past couple of months. I keep telling myself maybe he’s just had a rough time, or something is going on in his family, but it’s not my job to comfort the man. That’s what therapists are for…
I yell over my shoulder as I’m walking away, “And fix that fucking mud on the wall that your back fucked up. Before you leave.”
My phone vibrates, alerting me that Kev and August just got home, the front door camera picking up their movement. I pull up the video feed and smile like the love-sick fool I am.
Kev has dark golden skin, black locks that he keeps pulled back out of his face, and hazel eyes that practically glow in the sunlight. His towering figure stands protectively behind August, who is punching in the code to our front door. They couldn’t be any more different from one another, and it’s what I love about our pack.
Kev and I have been together for nearly a decade, and he’s single-handedly held me together for most of that time. He’s watched me grow my business and become the man I am today, and I wouldn’t be here without him. Two Alphas that ended up together is very out of the norm, but our families supported us, and we had our love to lean on. We were content for a long time, just the two of us. We had dated and tried to find an omega here and there, but none of them were ever the right fit.
Until we saw our little sleeping beauty.
He looked out of it in the picture on the website—which should have been a big waving red flag—because they apparently found him on the street in the middle of his heat.
That was a little over a year ago, and to think of all the things we’ve accomplished since then is mind-blowing.
I’ve got to get home to my breedable little omega.
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
KEV
“I’ll be in there in a second to help,” I murmur into August’s neck with my arms wrapped around his shoulders in the entryway, not wanting to let go of him now that I have him in the house where I love him to be. Having him here means he’s not constantly under the stress that he is while dealing with Heat Wave.
“No, I got it. Go sit down, you know I love to cook for us.” August turns in my arms and places a soft kiss on my lips, letting out a hum of contentment. He slides out from my arms, spinning on his heel, and I give his plump little ass a slap as he heads into the kitchen. I’m stuck in the doorway, smiling at what we’ve created in this past year with August and how comfortable he’s become with us. Even with our rough start and lack of answers, we’ve made the most out of what we have.
Does the stress he puts himself under as an omega scare me and push me into debilitating panic attacks?
Yes. Yes, it does.
But I never want to crush his dreams, and we’re so close to being to the finish line.
Heat Wave is everything to him, and that business succeeding is the only thing I care about. I’m hoping he’s going to want to hire quite a bit of help once he opens the doors, but I haven’t let my mind drift down that rabbit hole about all the training and trust we’ll be giving to those random people.
Happiness is all Abel and I want for him, but if he’s not careful, he’ll never be able to conceive. Stress for an omega can lead to other major health issues, and since he was late-blooming, I don’t think he understands what can happen to him if he’s not careful.
I push those scary thoughts out of my mind and hope that he knows when to ask for help. August isn’t used to living the slow life of an omega that grew up knowing they were such.
I know he wants a baby; he’ll go through spurts of talking about growing our little family, but things with Heat Wave always take over. A tingle rushes down my spine at the mere thought of August carrying our child.
I want him to be able to carry our child.
August, pregnant and glowing, so needy and wanting. Over the past year, it’s been all I can think about, popping up when I least expect it, taking over every thought: August begging us to breed him in his next heat. No birth control standing between us.
Fuck, I have to stop those thoughts or my cock will swell, and then I’ll have to bend him over the kitchen counter and knot him.
As I flop down on the couch, my phone starts to vibrate, pulling me out of my glorious daydream. August has the cutting board and knife out on the marble counter top, completely oblivious in the kitchen, so I swipe to answer. “This is Ke—” I’m cut off by Ryan, the head detective dealing with our case.
I hired a team of private investigators to deep dive into the people who kidnapped August over a year ago. Nothing hascome of it except our hopes being built up time and again, only to find yet another dead end. A part of me is thankful that August was placed on our path when he was. We could’ve never met him.
He rushes out, “Our head hacker has found a trace back to their location.” He pauses, most likely waiting for me to react, but we’ve had leads before, and my hopes are staying right where they are. “It’s the building closest to Heat Wave.”
