Page 28 of Knot Happening Again

"Your scent," he murmurs, his gaze traveling over me appreciatively.

"Sorry," I mumble. "It's been a while since I've been off suppressants."

"Sorry?" He raises an eyebrow. "You smell like heaven."

My face flushes. I'm not sure how to respond to that.

But fuck, he does, too. Like sunlight and rain and all the best memories of being wild and free. Memories I've kept locked away in the back of my mind, afraid to access them because I always figured I would never feel like that again.

"Let me give you a quick tour," Rhys says, guiding me through room after opulent room. "We want you to feel comfortable here, Ophelia. Our home is your home for as long as you need it."

I nod mutely, trying to take it all in. We pass through a state-of-the-art kitchen where Mace is busy at the stove.

The burly looks up as we enter, flashing me a warm smile. Then, I see a flicker of the same hunger that was in Rhys's eyes at the door, but he masks it quickly. "Hey there, little one. Hungry? I'm whipping up some comfort food."

The smell of something delicious wafts through the air, making my mouth water. "That sounds great, thanks," I manage to say. "And it smells delicious."

"Sure does," Mace murmurs in his low, rumbling voice in a way that makes me think he isn't talking about the food.

Rhys leads me upstairs, and I trail behind him, feeling more and more out of place with each step. He points out all the various rooms like it's just a normal house, telling me where I can find whatever I need during my stay. Finally, we reach a set of double doors.

"And this," Rhys says, a hint of nervousness in his voice, "is the nesting suite."

Rhys pushes open the double doors, revealing a sight that steals my breath away. I step inside, my jaw dropping as I take in the sheer opulence before me. This isn't just a room—it's an entire wing of the mansion, a sprawling sanctuary dedicated to omega comfort. I've only ever seen anything like it in omega magazines. The kind even my rich friends growing up would clippictures out of to put on their vision boards, dreaming up what they wanted their future packs to design for them.

Sunlight pours through floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the space in a warm, golden glow. The windows themselves are a marvel, crystal-clear and framed by heavy silk curtains in a soft, buttery yellow. They offer a panoramic view of meticulously manicured gardens, complete with a burbling fountain and vibrant flower beds.

The floors are covered in plush, cream-colored carpeting so thick my feet sink into it with each step. It's like walking on a cloud. Scattered throughout the room are overstuffed armchairs and chaise lounges upholstered in rich fabrics—velvet, silk, and what looks like the softest leather I've ever seen. Each piece of furniture is adorned with an abundance of pillows in various textures and complementary shades of gold, ivory, and pale blue.

But the true centerpiece of the room is the bed. Calling it massive would be an understatement. The circular mattress must be at least twelve feet in diameter, easily large enough to accommodate a whole pack with room to spare. It's covered in sheets that shimmer like liquid silver in the sunlight, and piled high with pillows and blankets of every conceivable texture and weight. A canopy of sheer, gossamer fabric drapes from the ceiling, creating a dreamy, ethereal atmosphere that makes it look safe and cozy.

Along one wall, I spot a state-of-the-art entertainment system complete with a massive flat-screen TV and what looks like a top-of-the-line sound system. Nearby, there's a fully stocked, full-size fridge and a small kitchenette, ensuring that any omega in heat wouldn't have to leave the nest for sustenance.

The far corner houses a luxurious en-suite bathroom. Through the open door, I catch a glimpse of gleaming marblecountertops, a rainfall shower big enough for multiple people, and a sunken tub that looks more like a small pool.

But what truly catches my attention is the scent.

Or rather, the lack thereof.

Despite the obvious care and attention lavished on this space, there's no lingering smell of another omega. The only scents I detect are faint traces of the pack, likely from recent decorating or cleaning. It's as if this entire, lavish wing has been waiting, pristine and untouched, for an omega to claim it.

As I turn in a slow circle, taking it all in, I can't help but feel overwhelmed. This room represents a level of wealth and consideration I've never experienced before. It's almost too much to process, and I find myself wondering what kind of pack would invest so much in a space they've never used.

"This is... a lot," I say, unable to keep the awe from my voice. "You have an entire nesting suite just sitting here?"

Rhys shifts, looking a bit flustered. "We, um, have had it prepared for a while. But no one to put in it, until now." He quickly adds, "I thought it would be better for things to be neutral right now, so you can add your own touches if you want. If you decide you want to make this a recurring arrangement, that is. But no pressure."

I nod slowly, trying to process this information. These alphas are rich, attractive, and apparently have a fully furnished nesting suite just waiting for an omega. So why haven't they had one here before? It doesn't make sense.

"I'll let you get settled," Rhys says, breaking into my thoughts. "Mace should have food ready soon if you're hungry. And if you need anything—anything at all—just let us know, okay?"

With that, he leaves me alone in the massive suite. I sink onto the edge of the bed, feeling overwhelmed. No alpha has ever shown me this much care and consideration before.

It's... nice.

Toonice.

I shake my head, trying to clear it. This place isn't for me, I remind myself. It's for any omega they happen to ask over. I need to stay on guard.

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