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We make it into the car, and somehow find ourselves at the restaurant after surprisingly little drama. We decided to take her here, to the restaurant inside our hotel, to serve as an introduction for Calai into one of our businesses. We haven’t exactly gone over how it is we make our money; we’ve been pretty vague. So, I’m curious to see how she reacts to the décor inside here. She’s never been to a restaurant like this before, and I find that I’m nervous, wanting her to like it.
The whole place is very classy, and the chef we have on board is amazing. We let Calai look at the chandelier hanging so far above our heads for a few minutes. Her eyes bounce around the lobby, not quite knowing where to look. The whole place is sort of an homage to the alpha-omega relationship. Black and white line drawings hang on the walls, suggestive if you know how to look at them properly.
We escort her to the restaurant, and it sort of feels as if we enter a different place entirely. From inside here, you can’t hear any of the sounds that might carry from the lobby from travelers. We also made sure that we brought Calai tonight specifically because there’s a live violinist strolling around the restaurant. It’s emotional, and rich. Deep vibrato carries through the air like a dream, haunting the atmosphere with its timbre. Light fixtures in here are all done with real candles, so it has this earthy sensual sort of glow to the space.
There are crisp white tablecloths on all of the tables with deep red roses in the center of them. Like much of our other décor, it’s classic. The servers all wear formal black and white attire, and our private table in the back that stays open just for us, has a somewhat sheer curtain that closes it off from the rest of the restaurant. Kit pulls out the chair for Calai and helps her sit as I scoot her in, but still, she doesn’t speak.
We ordered ahead, thinking that maybe Calai wouldn’t want to make any decisions. We've kind of noticed that she enjoys meals more when things are just put in front of her. Food decisions tend to stress her out, and we didn’t want any of that tonight.
There’s a bottle of chilled white wine waiting for us in the center of the table, and Kit opens it like he’s done it a thousand times before. I get caught watching his fingers remove the cork, his fingers flexing while he holds the bottle with the starched white napkin wrapped around its neck. I imagine what his fingers look like wrapped around something thicker, smirking to myself as he pours the wine at an angle into Calai’s glass. The bottle is empty by the time we all have some, but the staff know to keep the wine coming. Our woman wanted to be wined and dined, and we are going to make it happen.
“This place is beautiful,” she whispers. “I feel like it’s too nice for me to be at though.”
Kit smirks at her.
“Why are you looking at me weird?”
I settle in for this back-and-forth banter that I live for. “It’s just a little amusing,” I tell her, “That you feel as if this is too nice for you, when you literally own part of it.”
She gasps. “I… what?”
“We own this entire restaurant and hotel,” James says with no little amount of amusement. “Which meansyouown this entire restaurant and hotel.”
“Have you lost your minds?” She whisper-screams.
“Hardly,” Kit pipes up with a nonchalant sip of his wine. “More like, wefoundit. Adding your name to all of our businesses was one of the first things we did when we brought you home the first time.”
Her eyes dart back and forth rapidly, and I can see her getting worked up, until our new beta puts an arm around her shoulders and leans into her, placing a kiss on her cheek.
“Calmdown,” he tells her. “It’sOK.They wouldn't have done it if they didn't want to.”
“OK?” Our omega responds in a nearly monotone voice.
“It’s just a business,” James tells her.
“Last month,” Calai says while trying to keep her voice calm, “I shared a room that was twice the size of this table, with a woman whom I thought was my soul mate. I slept on a canvas cot, I ate the same bland food every day, and I had never even seen a male before. Now here I sit, dressed like this,” she says, indicating her gorgeous dress, “surrounded by you guys, as you casually tell me that me owning this isn’t a big deal, because it’sjusta business.
“Is it hot in here?” She fans herself, then gulps down some of her wine. “Now to you guys, adding my name to your businesses might not seem like a big deal. But I have never ownedanythingin my life. And you think it’snot a big dealthat this restaurant I sit in, bears my name as one of the owners? When I have done absolutely nothing to deserve that? I would say that’s a big deal.”
Her wineglass empties after those words, but it doesn’t sit empty longer than a few seconds. She’s never had more than a glass of wine once or twice, so this could get interesting. What does tipsy Calai even look like?
“Let me rephrase that,” James says. “You are our omega. Not a roommate. We plan to spend a lifetime worshipping you, loving you, and making you happy. We built the house we live in by hand, with hopes to one day share it withyou. We built our businesses up, moved our pack, and sought you out specifically, because we knew there was something out there for us. We have searched for you foryears. We may have broken a few laws in taking you, but we’re building a life with you. Comparatively,” James says as he takes her hand and strokes his thumb over the top of it, “having one of our lawyers enter your name onto a document, is not a big deal.
“I know you haven't had a lot of choices in your life, but we're not sorry for taking this one away from you. We want every legal trail possible tying you to us, so there's no doubt anywhere who's omega you are.”
A spike of intensely sweet peach hits my palate, my jaw locking up. Calai is almost trembling, sweat dotting her forehead. Shit. Is her heat hitting her right now?
“W-what?”
And just like we practiced earlier, all of us guys go to circle around her as we turn her chair. We drop to one knee, and Kit pulls out a ring. Traditionally, bonded omegas don’t always wear a ring. Bite marks are way more permanent. But knowing that she’s never owned anything, that she’s never had anything pretty to her name, we thought getting her something sparkly to wear on her hand might be a good reminder of our bond for her.
“Calai, love, I know you’ve had your entire world flipped upside down so many damn times. You’re still figuring out who you are, who you want to be. But let us be a part of that picture. We had a thing where we all promised that you were ours, but then we fucked up. So, we want a do-over. So that you know nothing could ever change on our side in regard to you, and so you have a reminder of how serious we are about you. Tell us yes, once and for all.”
“I’m already yours, I gave you my vows. But I kneel before you now as a reminder. Choose me. Love me.”August tells her.
I know Kit is ready to just slide that ring on her finger, her answer be damned; I can see how hard he’s making himself hold off. But hold off he does. Progress. “Calai, I will endeavor to earn you every day of my life. Will you choose me, today, and every day?”
Our girl doesn’t look like she’s holding it together very well. Overwhelmed could describe her right now, but I'm not sure that that’s descriptive enough. She’s crying, thinking, and sending out pheromones towards us like it’s her sacred duty. And kneeling is very uncomfortable with a stone monolith in your pants. Plus, these pants are quite flimsy. Dress pants just do not have the same rigidity that jeans do. Idiot that I am thought that going without underwear like I usually do was a good idea tonight. Short story, I have a rapidly growing wet spot on my pants, and the outline of my dick Is embarrassingly obvious. But then my omega looks at it, and I lose that embarrassment.
