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“That's partly true. But he left out the fact that as soon as I opened the door, he and Thomas realized I was their scent match. He had no plans on letting me go after that.” I laugh. “They distracted me, got me dressed, then this one.” I point to Aiden. “Tossed me over his shoulder and kidnapped me, bringing me back to their place.”

“You did not!” Tessa gasps before bursting out into laughter. “Oh my god. Okay, but why am I not surprised.”

“I’m not sorry,” Aiden growls, crossing his arms. “I knew you were mine, and I had to have you.”

“And I loved every moment of it.” I laugh, smiling wide as he pulls me into his arms.

He leans in, bringing his lips to my ear. “You're going to pay for that, Omega,” he growls, nipping at my ear.

A shiver runs through me, and I bite back a moan. “I can’t wait.”

Would it be rude to kick everyone out now? Maybe. But I want to find out what my punishment is. Like, now.

Chapter 28

Violet

“That's it. Fuck this shit. I’m done, I’m fucking done!” The tears start to flow as I throw the wet towel at the mirror, unable to look at myself any longer.

I’m thirty weeks pregnant, and it’s the middle of the damn summer. No matter what I do, I can’t get cooled down enough to feel comfortable. And if by some chance I do, this big-ass fucking belly makes it next to impossible to stay that way.

I’m a mess. I don’t sleep well anymore; my back is aching all the time, my feet are swollen, and I’m always tired.

It’s a good thing I adore this little girl growing inside me.

The guys are amazing, taking all of my mood swings in stride. They are the best pack an Omega could ask for. Always there to help me when I need it. Sometimes, before I even have to ask.

“This is stupid,” I mumble, wiping angrily at my eyes. “I’m growing a baby. I shouldn’t be complaining about how I look when there's a life growing inside me. A whole little human. Of course, I'm not going to be as small as I was before.”

Doesn’t change the fact that I waddle everywhere, I can’t see my own feet, or that I haven’t been able to shave on my own. Thank god Nolan is a dream and has been keeping me neatly groomed. I thought it would be weird for him to have to help me in such a personal way, but the way he would look at me while he shaved me had me gushing slick like crazy.

Not that he minded. It always ended with me bent over, ass out, and my Beta thrusting inside me.

There hasn’t been any sex for two weeks. And that’s all my doing, not theirs. They try to tell me how sexy I am, how muchthey can’t get enough of my body, but I can’t see what they see. I don’t feel sexy at all.

So having them touch me, on top of it being crazy hot summer days... it’s too much.

Just because they were not getting anything from me doesn’t mean they couldn’t have each other. And I let them know it, too.

Immediately, I regretted it. Not because I was jealous or felt left out but because listening to them fuck was so much of a turn on that it left me sexually frustrated. But I was being a stubborn Omega and wouldn’t ask them for help. So, I did my best to take care of it myself.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to grind against a blanket with a big ass belly in your way while you lay on your side in a pathetic attempt to relieve the pressure?

It worked, and I came, but it wasn’t the same. Never in a million years will it be as good as it is when the guys touch me.

Throwing on a summer dress–no bra because fuck those–I get ready to head out into the kitchen. I have an intense craving for pickles and ice cream.

At one of my checkups, the doctor said I needed to watch what I was eating for the remainder of my pregnancy as I gained more than the average weight for someone my size and how far along I was.

I sobbed, said she called me fat, and then sobbed some more.

The guys had to take over talking for the rest of that appointment. But she assured me it was all baby weight and most should go away after the baby was born. If that’s true, then who gave a fuck what I ate?

My Alphas, being Alphas, took that order from the doctor way too seriously. They cleared out all the junk food from the house and replaced it with only healthier options.

Are they crazy? Do they not know how pregnant women are? We have cravings, and it sure as hell isn’t celery with peanut butter. At least mine isn’t.

Nolan was my saving grace. He’s taken pity on me and sneaks me my cravings every now and then.

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