Page 82 of Juliet & Her Romeos

Vito slipped off his leather gloves, gesturing with them at the bed.

His nails were painted neon blue. He had snake tattoos inked on the back of his hands.

The tattoos looked fucking gorgeous.

When Swan’s gaze landed on the tattoos, however, he paled. Then he backed away from Vito.

I frowned.

What on earth was that about?

Vito didn’t notice Swan’s reaction, but instead, gestured at the bed. “Get some rest, ready for the pancake feast. Bec made the nest. He donated his favorite purple blankets from the lounge. I added one of my leather jackets.”

Shocked, I stared at the bed.

It was giant and heaped in purple blankets. They’d been built up into walls, making the perfect nest.

I could see the leather jacket in the center.

Unable to resist, I dived for the bed, rolling around in the nest and the delicious scents of honey and vanilla espresso. I dragged the blankets around myself, warm and contented.

I’d stopped dreaming that this would be possible.

This is what it felt like to have a nest.

To be a proper Omega.

This is what it felt like to be loved.

Now, I take a deep breath of my nest, which smells deliciously of all my men.

My first ever nest!

And Benedict made sure that I had this in time for Christmas.

I couldn’t wish for a better Christmas gift.

Benedict is a good Omega for making this for me. He must be classed as the First Omega. In some Traditional packs, that makes him higher in the hierarchy and with the right to give me orders or keep me in line.

Some Omegas are jealous about others coming into their pack.

He shouldn’t be the one to do gestures like this or care for me.

Yet he is.

Benedict is my soul mate. He’s already declared that he wants me. And I want him.

Except, I understand that he may need more space than other people. I won’t rush him.

I smile, gripping the velvet bedding that’s wrapped around me. Warm morning sunlight washes over the bedroom.

I actually slept well last night for the first time in a long time. It feels incredible to wake up warm, rested, and comfortable.

It’s even more incredible to feel safe.

Swan’s still sleeping, with his arm possessively slung over my waist.

He’s dressed in the same satin pajamas as me but he hasn’t bothered to do up the shirt. The silky material frames his athletic chest.

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