Page 21 of Cursed Love

Koa

Amel mentioned that we’re not leaving without Hunter and Moses. I’m 99% sure that something is going to happen when I step into that house. Damien hates being the lesser man. He’ll try and puff out his chest or whatever and no doubt these Valla will beat him down. Some part of me knows this is a terrible idea. The other part of me wants to see it unfold. I want to see Damien experience the same pain I’ve felt over the years.

But I have to wait. So, I’m nursing the cup of coffee Amel made a few minutes ago, slipping it into my hands like a reward for finishing my breakfast. The beans are clearly better thananything we ever had at home, and the little dollop of whipped cream Amel added makes it taste like heaven in a cup. I’ve asked him three times now if he spiked it with crack or something, and each time he just laughed, his deep, warm voice wrapping around me like a soft blanket.

“No crack,” he says again, smirking as he rinses dishes in the sink. “Just good coffee, sweet girl. You deserve it.”

I sip the coffee slowly, savoring it, watching him as he moves around the kitchen. I’ve always known Alphas to be fierce, always in control, dominant over everything they touch. But Amel? He’s... soft. Not weak. No, he’s firm with the Valla brothers, steady and sure in the way he commands a room. But with me? He’s gentle. Careful.Nurturing.

He hums under his breath as he works, some tune I don’t recognize, and it makes his voice even more intoxicating. That pine scent of his is everywhere, filling the air like a balm, soothing the edges of my frayed nerves. I don’t think I’ve ever been around someone like him before—someone who could make me feel safe and grounded without even trying.

I’m so lost in watching him that I almost don’t hear the footsteps coming down the hallway. But then the sound of heavy footsteps hits my ears, my head snapping toward the door just as it swings open.

Moses and Hunter step into the hallway, their scents hitting me like a tidal wave before I even register what I’m seeing. Cedarwood and musky earth, rich and heady, mixing with the pine already in the air. They’re shirtless, both of them slick with sweat, their broad shoulders and chiseled chests catching the light.

My breath catches, a little whine slipping out of my throat before I can stop it. I clamp my mouth shut and immediately hide behind my coffee mug, hoping no one noticed. But of course, they noticed. All three of them are looking at me now,their gazes sharp and heated, the air in the room thickening like a storm is about to break.

Hunter’s the first to grin, that wolfish, deviant smile stretching across his face as he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. “Good morning, baby girl,” he teases. “Enjoying the show?”

My cheeks flame with embarrassment, my grip tightening on the mug as I try to disappear behind it. “I wasn’t—” I stammer, my voice muffled, but the words die in my throat when Moses steps closer, his sharp hazel eyes locked on me. There’s another shift in the air as my scent sweetens, slick gathering between my thighs. Gods, I’m going to die. Horror floods my chest as I watch their expressions change, the flare of desire unmistakable as it lights up their eyes, turns them into something feral.

I place my coffee mug down on the table and slide out of my chair slowly. My instincts are screaming at me to run, but I know better. Running will only make it worse. Amel’s smirk from where he’s leaning against the counter is impossible to miss, his gray eyes glinting with amusement as he watches me squirm under the weight of the St. Clair brothers’ attention.

Moses and Hunter stalk toward me, their low growls vibrating in the air, mixing with the sound of my ragged breathing. My body betrays me, heating as slick pools in my panties, my thighs pressing together instinctively as I try to will the feeling away.

Hunter moves first, his body brushing against my side as his low growl turns into a soft, rumbling purr. His lips ghost over my forehead, leaving a featherlight kiss that makes me shiver. Moses is right behind me, his hands settling firmly on my waist, their heat branding me through the fabric of Amel’s hoodie. His lips press to the back of my neck, soft and teasing, the contrast between the heat of his body and the cool air sending goosebumps racing over my skin.

I’m squirming before I realize it, my body reacting to the press of theirs against mine. Their hands don’t move—just resting on my waist like they’re waiting for me to say something, do something—but the sheer presence of them has my thoughts scattering.

“Gods, you smell good,” Hunter murmurs against my ear, his voice a low rasp that sends a shiver racing down my spine. His teeth graze my earlobe, nibbling lightly, and a small gasp escapes me before I can stop it.

Moses hums his agreement from behind me, his hands tightening slightly on my waist. “Too good,” he mutters, his voice vibrating against my neck. He twists my chin up with one hand, his hazel eyes locking onto mine, and before I can catch my breath, his lips are on mine.

His lips are warm and soft, his scent flooding my senses as my knees go weak. Hunter’s still pressed against my side, his hand slipping up to gently cup my cheek as his lips press to the other side of my neck, whispering soft praises into my skin.

I’m completely overwhelmed, my body a live wire of heat and sensation as they surround me, their purrs filling the space and sinking into my bones. My head spins and I clutch at Hunter’s chest, my fingers pressing against him as I try to steady myself.

“I—” I start to say something, anything, but my voice is swallowed by Hunter, the Valla stealing me from his brother. I’ve never felt this precious in my entire life, my body melting between them as my scent spikes even further. But the reality of our situation splashes like a bucket of cold water and I step away, reluctantly putting some distance between us. My hands tremble slightly as I smooth the oversized hoodie over my thighs, trying to pull myself together. I can still feel the heat of their lips on my skin, the way their hands settled on my waist like they belonged there. And their stares—Gods, those stares.

“You two need to shower,” I say, my voice sharper than I intend, but it’s the only way to keep my composure. “You smell like sweat and we’re going to my house to grab my things. I need to tell my brother I’m not coming back.” I’m not sure what gives me the confidence to talk to my Valla like this, my Omega cowering in the corner of my head but the words are out and I can’t take them back now.

Moses raises an eyebrow, his sharp hazel eyes flicking over me like he’s trying to decide if he’s going to argue. Hunter, on the other hand, grins, that wolfish, deviant smile spreading across his face like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

“Fine,” Hunter drawls, his voice dripping with amusement. “But don’t think this is over, baby girl.”

Moses just hums, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer before he turns and follows Hunter out of the kitchen, both of them heading toward the hallway. The second they’re gone, I let out a shaky breath, sagging against the counter as my legs threaten to give out.

“What the hell am I doing?” I mutter under my breath, pressing my palms to the cool surface of the counter to steady myself.

“Having fun, by the looks of it,” Amel’s voice cuts through the quiet and I whip my head around to find him leaning against the sink, arms crossed and a smirk tugging at his lips.

I narrow my eyes at him, my face scrunching up in irritation. “What?”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he steps closer, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. “Sweet girl,” he teases, “finding your mates’ scents enticing is only going to get worse. Trust me.”

I blink at him, confused and annoyed all at once. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He leans against the counter beside me, his grin widening as if he knows something I don’t. “It means you’ll start seeking itout,” he explains, his tone almost smug. “You’ll want to smother yourself in it, bury yourself in their shirts, their blankets, whatever smells like them. And the worst part?” He pauses for dramatic effect, his grin turning wicked. “You’ll be disappointed when they come downstairs after showering and no longer smell like you.”

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