Page 105 of The Rogues

“We thought, since you’re coming to stay with us, you deserved a nest,” I tell her, my eyes trailing over her face to memorize every moment of this reaction.

“Are these all… different materials?” she asks, her hands folding over the blankets.

“I remembered what you said. Now you have choices. Fleece, wool, cotton, linen. If one of them doesn’t feel right one day, or you get overstimulated by them, we can put it somewhere else for safekeeping and use something else.” I look over at Remi, who gives me the tiny remote without a second thought. “We had lights installed, too. You can dim them and change the color to your preference depending on how you feel.”

I press a button and the room is submerged in a beautiful blue, then it turns purple when I click again. Josie eyes it in awe, her pupils dilated from the purple shimmer.

“And music!” Malaki blurts.

“Oh, yeah, this is my favorite feature,” Jamie says, taking the remote from me. When he clicks a button, the tiny speakers in the corners start with a calming melody, some indie band that I remember Josie mentioning. “It can sync up to your phone so we can play whatever you want.”

“This is so much.” She swallows. “It’s so beautiful. This… This is really mine?”

“All yours, baby,” Remi confirms.

She gives us a shining smile, her eyes wet as she jumps up and down, her excitement palpable.

“A tour bus nest!” she exclaims as she admires it. “You know, when I designated, this became one of my dreams. I always wanted my own nest while on tour.”

Something prickles in my eye. “I’m glad we could make that dream come true.”

She looks over at me, her eyes shining with an emotion that stops me in my tracks. It’s the look Jamie gives me whenever I hush pretty words at him, or the look Malaki gives him whenever Jamie is being a brat just the way the alpha likes. The longer I look at her, the more I can see it, and it makes every molecule in my body stand on attention, warmth and electricity zipping all the way to my toes.

“We’re so glad you like it, little vicious,” Lennon says, coming behind her to kiss her head.

“But… how did you know exactly what colors I would like?” she asks us, and Malaki steps forward with a proud smile.

“I stole your phone and went through your nest board on Pinterest,” he tells her.

“On Cyrus’s order,” Remi adds, his smirk full of amusement. “He made us do the dirty work, but this was all his idea.”

Lennon chuckles. “Yeah, he had a whole vision board.”

My cheeks flush as they call me out. “Shut up⁠—”

Josie barrels into my body, her arms wrapping around me tightly. “I love it so much,” she says into my shirt, her words muffled. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer. “You deserve everything, Omega.”

She looks up at me, her chin resting on my chest. She’s the most perfect, most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on, and I can’t believe she’s in my arms.

“We should christen it,” she whispers with a conspiratorial wink. We all laugh and I bring her lips to mine, cutting off her laughter with a groan.

We will, I think. Now we have all the time in the world.

THIRTY-FOUR

The next morning, I decide to stay with Josie while the rest of the guys settle everything with management regarding Josie’s stuff. For safety reasons, we have to get it cleared, but Izzy is like a mother to us. I’m sure she will have no issue coordinating the switch with Tom and Ruby.

Still, my omega spends the entire time biting her nails, physically sick by the idea of transferring buses without speaking to her bandmates. She knows they will figure it out before we take off, and she panics right up until it’s time to head downstairs.

I’m just as nervous as Josie, but I put on a strong face for her, letting her squeeze my hand tight as we walk at a snail pace to the parking lot.

“Do you think they’re going to hate me?” she whispers.

My first instinct is to reassure her, but then an anxious worry gnaws at me. I don’t want to lie to her, so I go for a soft truth.

“I don’t think they can ever hate you, flower. They might not understand why you’re doing this, but that’s okay. You deserve to do what’s best for you.”