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I try to subtly eye-point at Drago. “Rafe is definitely not OK.”
Jonah nods. “Yep, he’s not. But I’m not him. I’m not even an alpha, Willa.” He scoots me closer, despite Drago’s arm around me, and presses a kiss to the top of my head. “Besides, I came into this relationship knowing I’d have to share you. It’s never been an issue for me.”
I nod, letting his words seep into me. “You know, if there was someone you wanted, I wouldn’t have a problem with that, right?”
Jonah narrows his gaze, searching my face. “I didn’t know that. But I don’t think I’d feel right going out and finding another omega.”
My hackles rise at the mere suggestion. “Good, because that’s not what I meant at all, Jonah.” I definitely didn’t want him out trolling for just any omegas.
“Well, what do you mean?” he asks, a smile playing on his full lips.
“I mean… Well, I guess I just mean that…” I don’t actually have a fucking clue what I mean. “I think I feel guilty that I get all of you, but you three only get me.” The rest of it just falls out before I truly get a chance to think it through. “I guess if you were to find comfort or companionship with Rafe or Drago, I wouldn’t mind.”
I drop my gaze before I see his reaction.
I can’t believe I just said that out loud.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Drago coughs. Loudly, like he’s choking on what I just said.
But Jonah, my favorite diplomatic sigma, says exactly the right thing. “Well, I guess I’ll have to keep that in mind. Now, let’s get some food in that belly, eh?”
“We didsome damage control last night,” Jonah says and stuffs a huge forkful of omelet in his mouth. We are awake before the vampires, so Jonah helped himself to the well-stocked fridge.
The kitchen is gorgeous, bursting with the vitality and love of the person who designed it.
And the only thing my kitchen has in common with this one is that we’re eating at a natural stone island. This one is marble, I think. That, along with the countless appliances, eight-burner stove, and lots of space for drying herbs and making tinctures, I’m kind of in heaven.
I could really get used to a space like this.
Except, I’m not a healer anymore, and I need to stop thinking about myself that way.
I refocus on Jonah, asking him to continue.
“Well, Rory saw Drago bringing you back last night and reported it to Julian.”
I stop him there, anger and embarrassment growing in my chest. “Why? Why is it any of Julian’s business?”
Jonah nods, saying with the kindness in his gaze that he understands. “He rules all the supernaturals in Laurel Cove. And it’s Rory’s job to report anything unusual to him. He doesn’t know details, and he won’t unless you say it’s OK.”
I give him a single head bob and try to choke down the lovely omelet in front of me. The thickness in my throat doesn’t make that easy.
I didn’t want to rehash last night. “Can we not talk about this right now?” I ask quietly. I don’t have room in my body for the feelings Jonah is about to bring up. Not while I am also trying to handle the guilt of hurting Rafe so badly.
“Of course. But I need to catch you up on some things.”
I tense in my seat, knowing whatthingshe likely wants to catch me up on.
Jonah notices and squeezes my hand while Drago, who has just eaten two three-egg omelets, comes to my other side and wraps his enormous arm around me even tighter.
And it helps.
Jonah presses onward. “We were busy most of the night making sure the wolves who—uh… the wolves were excommunicated. Then we got tied up keeping their former pack from splintering off and moving territory.”
That tidbit flips a switch in me and I go from uncomfortably embarrassed and a little angry to fucking pissed off. “Why?” I ask, staring him dead in the eye. “Who cares if they leave? Shitty packs shouldn’t be part of society.”
Jonah nods. “You’re absolutely right. But as Jaxson explained, that pack has a crucial role within the larger pack structure. They need everyone.”
