AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He nods. “I know, princess. I know. Now, move over.”
I find my spot and they pile around me, wrapping their arms around me and each other until we’re one, big bundled pack. My scent is still hidden under the lotion, but they don’t complain. Right now, it’s just enough that we’re touching and no longer pretending like we mean nothing to each other.
Right now, all that matters is that we’re together.
This time, when I fall asleep, I don’t dream.
Fifty-Three
QUINN
The guys are all gone when I wake up, and I do my best to ignore my hurt. It’s what had to be done. They couldn’t be caught leaving my room. Lying in the mess of blankets and pillows, I breathe them in for a while longer. I have to work today, and that means I have to shower and get ready. I have to wash away their scents and conceal mine. I have to pretend.
Again.
I drag myself from the nest, like a creature clawing its way up from the nether or some terrifying place, and snatch my phone off the desk.
Quinn
We need to figure out how to tell them.
Brady
Thank fuck.
Dylan
I’ll tell them now.
Austin
No, you won’t. Maybe we can have a special dinner this Friday?
And maybe we can wait until they’ve all had a glass or two of wine or scotch before breaking the news.
Quinn
Yeah, that sounds good.
Blowing out a frustrated breath, I toss the device onto my bed and reluctantly head to the shower. I’m dressed and ready in record time. To the casual observer, I look nice, pretty, even, but a familiar sadness rims my eyes, and I scowl at myself.
I’m not that omega anymore.
I grab my things and head downstairs, where breakfast is waiting. My stepdads are all scattered around the room, sipping coffee and discussing work with Brady.
“No rest for the wicked?” I tease them, thanking Austin for the food and taking a spot at the island. “Where’s Mom?”
“Sleeping.” Wyatt joins me. He’s still rocking stubble from the trip, and I try not to stare. I’m used to him being clean-shaven, but frankly, he looks too exhausted to care about appearances right now. Can’t say I blame him. “So. How’s the internship?”
Oh, shit. I forgot about having to tell him. “Uh, well.” I chuckle nervously. “I ended up over at Wallace & Associates instead.”
“Oh?” His eyebrows jump to his hairline. “What happened with Mosley & Adams?”
A soft growl cuts through the room. Brady’s. I pretend not to notice. “The vibe wasn’t right,” I lie. “They wanted a lot of extra hours, and I just?—”
“Ah, I understand,” Wyatt says with a nod. “Those big firms tend to overwork their employees. Wallace has a great reputation. They treat you well?”
I nod.
