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If I try to visit Cian, Rune, and Kylian, she will sit here, terrified that they’ll cage me the way Sloane caged her. If they visit me here, she will never relax.
I could lie and tell her I’m going to the store when I’m going to see them. But what kind of life would that be for me, Mom, or Pack Ashe? Me slipping from one to the other. How can that end well?
She smiles at me and kisses my forehead. “I just want you safe, Everleigh. I never want you to go through what I did. Not you. Okay?”
With tears filling my eyes, I nod. She can’t know what the alphas mean to me, and even if she did, she wouldn’t trust it. Wouldn’t trustthem.
It won’t matter that they bought me this house to keep me safe. They are alphas, and in her eyes, no alpha can be trusted.
“Then let's go inside before they come back.” She urges me into the entryway, closing the door firmly behind us.
It’s much later in the day, after Mom and I have explored the house, the basement level with a secured air unit, a safe place I can ride out my heats. Mom is napping in her room while I’m still exploring mine.
The blue room—my room—is beautiful. Not like my peach-and-silver omega territory, but I don’t think I’ll ever find a room as beautiful as I did that one.
When I pull open the closet door, my tears start and they refuse to stop.
Someone has filled the space with throws and blankets and cushions, right up to my hips. They’ve even included the crumpled T-shirts I slept in that belong to the alphas who feel like mine.
My nest is here.
And on top, with a Post-it note stuck to the front, is my brown sketchpad.
Someone has scrawled:Send us something one day, little omega. We’d like to frame it.
I crawl inside and hug my sketchpad to my chest, trying to sob out all the hurt in my heart. But it never stops hurting.
Not once.
Chapter59
Kylian
“Remind me again why we’re letting our mate go?” My eyes are on the rearview mirror, on the gray house Rune is driving us away from. The white front door closes, and the woman who owns all our hearts and who stepped inside it disappears from view.
“Because Everleigh needs her mom and her mom needs her. Oh, and her mom would probably have a mental break if we brought her to our house,” Cian says, sounding distracted.
He’s in the back seat, typing a message into his phone. It’s the middle of the day, but we have plenty of work left to do. Enough that we’ll be falling into bed late tonight. Cian and Rune much sooner than me. If all goes well.
Minutes later, I still can’t believe I let Sloane walk away with a threat to stay the fuck away from Everleigh. With no clinic staff around, it would’ve been the easiest thing to stuff his body in the trunk of our car and be done with him. I held back on dealing with Lawrence and look what happened.
Everleigh hates him. She couldn’t have made it any clearer in voice, words, and body language if she’d tried. It’s not like she would mind if he were to turn up dead one day. Like Lawrence.
But I hadn’t killed Sloane even though Everleigh wouldn’t have shed a single tear over it. Not because Sloane deserves to live. He doesn’t.
She’d know it was me, and she’d look at me and see…
What, Kylian? What would she see?
A killer? Someone she might, like Olive Deane, shrink away from?
If Sloane causes Everleigh even one problem, that’s it. He’s dead.
But if I can avoid having Everleigh think the worst of me, then I’ll avoid it. If possible.
Blinking, I return my focus to the present. And to the woman we’ve all fallen in love with, who we’re leaving behind us.
We figured Everleigh would want to stay with her mom after Cian tracked Olive Deane to the Almeida Clinic.
