Page 40 of Rome's Mate: Hunted Omegas

“My mother is human, I never met my father. I thought I was human until the day I changed.”

“Your mother kicked you out?” Rome asked.

“My stepfather and my mother didn’t know what was happening.”

“Young man, I owe you and your wolf an apology. My mate is being hunted, and I have been focused on that and not on what has happened recently in the pack.”

“I will protect her.” Malcolm stood next to Amelia. Rome was still kneeling in front of her. “You’re a worthy mate. Many would not kneel in front of their mate thinking it makes them lower, never realizing it elevates them.”

Amelia and Rome stared at each other. Malcolm’s voice had gotten deeper, not like his teen voice, which was still cracking.

“Have I done something wrong?” Malcolm was fidgeting.

“Not a thing. I sensed the power in you, now you’ve allowed me to see it in action. I was happy to have you here, but now I’m excited to see what you will become as you mature. You’ll be powerful, but there may be more than we suspect.” Rome stood and threw his arms around Malcolm. “Welcome.”

“I need to find a family to take you and get you some clothes.”

“I have an idea,” Amelia said in that voice that Rome knew to be careful of. Sheela called it her mischief voice, and he had to agree with her.

“What were you thinking, love?” He threw the love in there in hopes it would make her think twice. It wasn’t going to happen, but he could hope, right?

“You find families for teens and those younger when they become part of the pact.”

“We do.”

“Your pack has acted disgracefully. I doubt the goddess Luna is happy with them. I suggest we take him in. I want Malcolm to become our son.”

Rome looked her over. She knew the heartbreak it would be to one day see him die, but it didn’t matter. She was already attached to this young wolf, and she was willing to do whatever it took to make sure he was well taken care of. Rome turned his attention from his mate to the young wolf. He looked at hisstance, his unwillingness to show any more fear. Then he looked deeper and saw a young man with not only grit, but with a moral compass any parent would be proud of. He only expected the children that his mate would one day give him. He opened his heart to becoming a blended family and let the young wolf in.

“Would you like to become part of my family? To become my son?”

“Like adopt me?” Malcolm’s voice shook.

“We can if you want. When I say become a part of my family, you become my son. No take backs, and Amelia becomes your mother.”

“I…”

Rome took him in his arms. “Even wolves cry,” he whispered into Malcolm’s ear. Malcolm’s tears flowed and Rome held him until he stepped back, getting himself together. Rome looked at his shirt and laughed. It seemed his son was much like his mother. He was going to go through many shirts. He took the shirt off, grinning.

“Sit by your mother; she needs a hug. Theron, I want the person who assigned Malcolm to the cabin, and I want them five minutes ago.”

“I’ll bring them to you.”

“Let’s find you a room.” When Rome set up his private part of the pack house, he felt silly adding so many rooms. Who, he wondered, was he expecting to live there? No one, but his wolf insisted they needed so many rooms, and he listened to that side of himself. He and his wolf were one, but at times he felt like the things he kept buried deep inside, his hopes and dreams were guarded by his wolf.

“Your mother is pregnant. I’m sure you noticed.” They were walking down the main hallway. He stopped in front of a door. “This is the nursery. You’re too old for a nursery, don’t panic.” He laughed at the look on Malcolm’s face.

“Rome is proud that he and his brothers painted the room this light gray that should go with whatever theme I pick out.” Amelia leaned into Rome, kissing his cheek. He pinched her ass, making her laugh.

Rome led them to a door on the other side of the hall that was close to the nursery. “I was thinking this room. If you don’t like it, there are several others to pick from.”

The walls were painted a medium blue. They screamed “boy” to Rome when he was having the room done. The wooden floors were stained gray slate. There was a large desk and a walk-in closet with a dresser built into it. The room was just waiting for someone to come breathe life into it.

“My room, for me to sleep and live in?”

“I hope you’ll live in more than this room, but yes.” Rome smiled at him while he hugged his mate.

“Do you like it?” Amelia asked.

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