Page 226 of Captive Omega

“That’s okay,” I say in a rush.

He kisses my forehead and stands. We laugh as, by some miracle, we don’t wind up tumbling headfirst into the pool, though it’s a near thing.

We’re still locked together when he lays me down on the floor of cushions. I have my back to Garrison, while he has the wall side, so he has space to move to if he doesn’t want to be touched anymore.

I try to relax enough to sleep as he softens inside me.

“Resa?” he whispers.

“Blaine?” I whisper back.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you before. When you went into heat, and I failed you.”

“Blaine,” I say. “I don’t know what having two alphas near me would have done to my sense of calm, but it wouldn’t have helped. You didn’t fail me. If you blame yourself for that, please stop.”

He releases a soft sigh, urging me closer to his chest. “I’ll try.”

“Want me to take off your glasses?” I offer.

This obsession with Blaine’s glasses is rivaling—if not overtaking—my fancy apple juice addiction. I have no idea where a safe place would be in this room covered with cushions where one of us wouldn’t accidentally roll over them and break them.

Maybe they’d be safe in the hammock I fell out of or on top of the mini fridge they filled with the fancy apple juice I barely missed because I was too busy missing Pack Lucas?

“Not yet. Need them for a little while longer,” he says, still looking at me.

I can’t imagine he can see much with only the moonlight to see by, but his words are still sweet.

Muffling a yawn, I make a mental note to call my parents tomorrow, letting them know I’m okay and when they want to meet the men I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.

I’m falling asleep when Blaine says, “I know you’re pretending to be asleep, Garrison.”

“My eyes are closed,” Garrison says quietly. “You won’t have to worry about me seeing anything if you want to take off your shirt and sleep a little more comfortably.”

Blaine lifts a hand over me, hesitates, and then squeezes Garrison’s shoulder. “Thanks.”

I don’t know if Blaine takes his shirt off, or even his glasses. The call of sleep is so loud, I don’t have the strength to fight it.

Chapter 63

Resa

Ifell asleep surrounded by my pack, and honestly, I can’t help but feel disappointed to wake up alone in my nest.

But hold up, what’s with the blue Post-it note?

It’s stuck to my wine cooler, with an arrow pointing at the sliding door where bright morning light streams in.

The day I can ignore a curiosity like that is the day I am dead.

I get up.

Finding my dress when I don’t have naked men spread across the cushions is more successful than it was last night. I slip it over my head and leave my nest.

Someone has been busy leaving Post-it notes through the house, up the stairs, and to the door next to mine. I consider knocking. But there are strange scuffing noises going on and, wait, was that Vaughn cursing?

I push the door open, hoping to surprise them.

Garrison, Blaine, and Vaughn are standing just inside the room, blocking my view of anything important.

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