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“Yes. Just a dream. Because people like us don’t get happy endings, but we can still dream.”
My heart breaks for him, but I don’t have the words, I don’t know what to say to get rid of that defeat, the acceptance, so I kiss him, shoving all my feelings for him in there; the respect, the attraction, the regard, how I think about him far too often, how he drives me insane, how smart I think he is, how much I want him to want me back.
When we part, my lips are sore, and he looks like leaving is the last thing he wants to do.
“Go inside, go back to sleep. Read a book. Something. I will be back soon, and we can finish this later.” The words sound harsh, but the tone and the way he pats my hair back into place melt my insides.
I follow him inside and watch as the guys leave. My head is aching, and my skin feels hot, but it’s not too bad. All three of them stop to kiss me before they go. I find myself staring at a closed door with my fingertips pressed to my lips.
The truth smacks me in the face like an anvil. I caught feelings. I like them. Not just Lukas and Seb, but I like Darion, and I like them all a lot. I…trust them. I think I might even…no, I’m not saying that word, not yet.
I sit down heavily and let my head fall into my hands.
Smart move, dumbass, catch feelings for the alphas that don’t want or need an omega. Catch feelings for them and agree to have a first heat with them. Are you a masochist?
An hour later, I come to the conclusion I am, indeed, a glutton for punishment because I’m lying in Seb’s bed, weeping into his pillow, while my stomach contracts with such viciousness that walking is difficult.Where are they?
To make things even better, I can’t find my phone. I have no idea where it is. I can’t call them for help. Not that I would. I might. I so totally would.
I roll around, clinging to the pillow before stumbling up and pushing Lukas’ door open. Seb’s room is ordered, blue and gray. It’s clean. Lukas’ room is in chaos. There is stuff everywhere. Posters on every inch of the wall. I inhale his scent and whimper.
It takes me three goes, but I finally pull his blanket off his bed and set my eyes on the next room. My mouth waters while a thin, wailing whine escapes from deep inside me.
I edge open the door and find it is easily the darkest room in the entire apartment. There is no window. His bed is recessed and covered in black material. My heart does a little thump.
It takes me ten minutes, but I get all my blankets and pillows, dragging them into the room. A tiny part of my brain says, oh, hell no, but my instincts push me forward, closing the door and claiming the space for my own. I gingerly bend and pick up my blankets and hobble to the bed as another wave of slick runs down the inside of my legs.
I catch traces of Seb and Lukas in here. It’s not just Darion, which makes it even more perfect. My stomach clenches, and I shift to the bed, twitching the material back and looking at the mound of pillows he has going on.
Yes, this will work.
This is mine.
Mine.
Nest.
It’s my last coherent thought.
There're bursts of heat that make me feel like I’m melting. My body aches so badly, even my hands aren’t enough. I fall into restless dreams of waterfalls and my alphas. Slick runs from me, wetting the mattress and sheets around me. My cries are thin and reedy, ghost-like.
There is pain and ache, fear, want, yearning, but above all else, I need.
Where are my alphas?
twenty-one
Darion
I open the door to the apartment and lunge forward, inhaling deeply, drawing that rich scent of raspberries and vanilla into my lungs. The scent seems to saturate every single particle of our home, and my cock has never been harder. How did I think we could be rational or reasonable with her in heat? How did I think I could smell this and walk away?
Our omega has entered her heat. Our omega. I don’t even stop to question those thoughts. She is ours.
She is mine.
That thought sends me moving into our apartment, peering into the darkness, searching for her.
“The door. Barricade it.” I hiss. “The phones, turn them all off.” My voice is deeper, more aggressive. I’m glad we have everyone working from home for the next week because I know now that this could easily turn into a bloodbath.
