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“Because she's mine!” Dane roars.
Whimpering, I shrink into myself, thinking I’ve done something wrong.
They’re mad at me. I’m bad. A bad omega.
“I’m sorry.” Tears roll down my cheeks.
Chandler looks at me, his face softening. “You have nothing to be sorry about, Baby Girl.”
“I asked him to. I wanted him too. I needed him too.” I can’t help it, the waterworks come out in full force as I cry harder.
“He should have known better. Should have more self-control.” Chandler directs the last part to Dane.
“Fuck you,” Dane spits, then looks at me. He cups my face, brushing my tears away. “Don’t cry, Omega. Shh. Everything is going to be okay. You’re mine. Just like you’re meant to be.” Dane leans down and laps at my mate mark. I have so many conflicting feelings, I’m confused. I’m happy because Dane is mine, my alpha. He put his mark on me. But I’m also sad because I’ve seemed to have made Chandler upset, and I don’t like upsetting him. He didn’t give me his mark, but he’s still my alpha too.
I don’t get much time to think about it when a wave of exhaustion hits me again. This heat has taken so much out of me. But it’s been so amazing.
But why do I feel like when the haze is over and the fog of my heat has cleared, I’m going to regret everything that’s happened?
Outside the two of them, nothing else has existed. But I know it’s just the heat of the moment talking. I have a whole other life outside this bedroom, and I fear that coming here may have just fucked everything up.
Chapter Fifteen
CHANDLER
Willow is fast asleep, her body wrapped around a massive mint green pillow, her snores creating a soothing melody. While she looks fucking adorable, the omega is sin incarnate, and she smells like a brothel. I can’t believe we’ve spent the last four days with her. Touching, tasting, and fucking her every way we could, and she loved it, begged for it all.
When she wakes up, she needs to shower and have a good meal. We need to talk, and by we, I mean Dane and I. I can’t believe he fucking marked her. Not only did he and I not talk about marking her, but we don’t know Willow’s preference about this. He pretty much rape-bit her, so he better be counting his lucky stars that we’re scent-matched.
Then there’s Tony. He always insisted that we keep our connection a secret from his daughter, but now Dane has unmistakably marked her as his own. She will always be a part of our lives, connected to us. I suppose she could break the bond, but it would be painful for both of them. When Tony finds out what he’s done—shit, what we’ve done by even participating in her heat—he’s going to hit the fucking roof.
“Dane.” I bump his shoulder as we sit side by side, watching Willow sleep. “We need to talk. Let’s go downstairs and put a meal together for her.”
He stands up without saying a word, extending his hand to help me up, and together we make our way down to Tony’s kitchen.
“Go ahead and spit it out. I know you’re upset with me,” Dane sighs as soon as we step into the kitchen. I make a beeline to the fridge, pulling out all the things I need to make omelets my way.
Dane sits at the counter, and I pass him some oranges and the juicer, and he gets to work making fresh juice. “You marked her, Dane. We didn’t discuss that, and you sure as hell didn’t ask her.”
“She was begging for it, Chandler. You were there.” He narrows his eyes, justifying his actions like he didn’t just do something life-changing.
With a loud crash, I slam the pan onto the stove and swiftly turn to face him. “She was lost in the haze of her heat, and you know that. You know as well as I do that omegas beg for knots and bites all the time when in heat, and it’s the participants’ job to make sure they don’t take advantage of the omega.”
“You’re right.” His face falls, a guilty look forming on his handsome face before his chin drops to his chest. “I couldn’t control myself. I fucked up. I’m sorry.”
I turn my back to him, mixing the eggs, ham, and veggies in a bowl. “You should have been stronger, better… for her. What’s done is done. I only hope she won’t hate us once she’s out of the haze. But Tony is going to fucking kill us.”
“I know. Speaking of Tony, we need to call Randy and tell him we checked on Willow and that she’s okay. He’s sent me about fifty texts since her heat started, and I’ve only sent a few back, saying she was home but not feeling well.”
“Call him. I don’t doubt Trina is losing her shit. I can’t believe she hasn’t sent one of them back to check in.” I pour the mixture into the pan, smiling at the sizzle of food meeting the metal.
As the sound of ringing fills the room, I realize that he has decided to put the call on speaker. It rings four times before an exhausted Randy answers. “I’ve been freaking out, man. So has Trina. She was sending Tony home today to check on Willow if you didn’t call.”
“Sorry, Randy. We got here, and she was sound asleep, so we used the key and, well, she was sick as hell. We’ve been taking turns staying here in the guest room and making sure she’s okay.” The lie slides easily from Dane’s lips, and I shake my head, flipping the egg mixture over.
“Is she okay? Does she need a doctor? Oh god, not her too.” Randy’s voice breaks.
“No. She’s fine, Randy. I just think the stress of Wesley and then the trip back here messed with her system. It was a bad virus, nothing else. We gave her meds and made sure she was fed and hydrated. She’s on the mend and may even want to head to the hospital today to see Wesley.”
