Page 29 of Cursed Love

The moment her scent starts to shift, I know I’m in trouble. Koa probably doesn’t even notice it herself, but I’ve been hard since this morning, and it’s only getting worse. The sweet, intoxicating notes of her heat are weaving through the air like a siren’s song and it’s taking every ounce of restraint I have to keep myself in check. Especially after what I saw on the couch earlier—her and Moses, those soft cries of need, the way she curled into him like she was made for it. It’s burned into my brain, fueling the fire I’ve been trying to douse all day.

Dinner finally arrives, the familiar smell of garlic and tomatoes wafting through the office as one of the Betas from downstairs brings it up. I don’t even give them a chance to step inside. “Drop it and go,” I say, my tone clipped. The Beta blinks, startled, before setting the bags down on the cart outside the door. “And no one,” I add sharply, “is to come up here tonight. Call if you need something. Otherwise, leave us alone.”

They nod quickly, muttering a hasty, “Yes, sir,” before disappearing back down the hallway. I grab the bags, locking the elevator down before stepping back into the brothers’ office. It’s secure now, just the four of us up here. Exactly how I want it. My instincts are already at an all-time high but if someone slips up here, they’re going to meet the full wrath of a Valla protecting their mate.

When I step inside the brothers’ office, the sight that greets me stops me in my tracks. Koa’s in the middle of the floor, stealing pillows off the couch and tossing them into a makeshift nest. A mix of jackets and spare clothes are already there, crumpled and scattered around her like some kind of chaotic masterpiece. She’s so focused, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she adjusts one of the pillows, completely unaware of the fact that she’s being watched.

I glance at Moses and Hunter, who are leaning against their desks, their eyes fixed on her with the same amused grin I feel pulling at my own lips. It’s impossible not to. She looks so...content.Like she belongs here, in the middle of our space, making it her own without even realizing it.

“Enjoying yourself, Koa?” I ask.

She looks up, startled, her cheeks flushing as she realizes what she’s been caught doing. “I was just... it’s more comfortable like this,” she mumbles, her hands fumbling with one of the pillows.

Moses chuckles, shaking his head. “Looks like she’s settling in just fine,” he jokes. “I like the new décor. I’m thinking it should be permanent.”

Hunter crosses his arms, a slow grin spreading across his face. “That nest’s missing something. Think it needs one of us in it.”

Koa scowls, grabbing a pillow and chucking it at him. He catches it easily, laughing as she mutters something under her breath about cocky Alphas. Her nesting instincts are in full swing, and honestly, I’ve never seen anything more endearing—or distracting—in my life. She’s so focused, her brow furrowed in concentration. The space already feels different, more hers than it ever has before, and something deep in my chest warms at the sight.

When she finally sits down, a small smile playing on her lips, she glances up at us and waves a hand. “Alright, come on in,” she says, her tone mock-authoritative but soft around the edges.

I feel oddly special as I move forward, carrying the plates and containers of food with me. She’s letting us into her space, making it ours too. I set the dishes down carefully, arranging them in a way that makes it easy to share. We always order a variety—pasta, bread, a couple of appetizers—so everyone gets a little bit of what they like. I just hope Koa isn’t too picky.

Moses is the first to break the quiet. He doesn’t even bother with subtlety, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into his lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Koa squeaks, her cheeks flushing, but she doesn’t fight him. She relaxes into his hold, her body soft and pliant as she lets out a little huff of protest that sounds more amused than annoyed.

“Here,” Moses murmurs, grabbing one of the rolls and breaking off a piece. He holds it up to her lips, his hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. “Try this.”

Her entire face lights up as she takes the bite, her lips closing around his fingers for just a second before she pulls away tochew. The little hum of satisfaction she makes is enough to have my cock twitch, but I force myself to focus. This isn’t about me—it’s about her. About making sure she’s happy and cared for.

Hunter chuckles softly from the side, watching the scene unfold with a lazy smirk. “Looks like she approves,” he teases.

Moses grabs a forkful of pasta, holding it up for her next. She grins as she takes the bite, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she chews. She’s so...softlike this. Her Omega is fully in control, leading her into this soft, instinctual state where she doesn’t have to think—only feel. It’s mesmerizing, watching her let go of the world outside and sink into this space we’ve only started to create over the last day.

As Moses feeds her another bite, I catch her gaze, offering her a small smile. “You doing okay, sweet girl?” I ask softly.

She nods, her grin widening as she swallows. “Yeah,” she says, her voice light and carefree. “I’m good.”

Koa

My Omega is running the show right now and honestly? I don’t mind it one bit. She’s taken over completely, content to be right where she wants—curled up in one of my men’s laps, held safe and warm like I belong here. And I do. That thought is still a shock, somewhere deep in the back of my mind, but I’m not about to question it. Not when it feels this good.

Hunter’s arms are wrapped around me as I perch on his lap, nibbling on the last of the rolls from dinner. We’re in their office, the soft hum of electronics and the faint clicking of keyboards filling the space, and it’s surprisingly comforting. Hunter’s athis desk, one hand absently rubbing circles on my hip while his other taps away at something on the screen. Every now and then, he mutters under his breath, clearly focused on whatever he’s working on, but he never shifts me out of his lap. Never makes me feel like I’m in the way.

Across the room, Amel is sprawled out on the lounge, a stack of papers beside him as he scribbles something with a pen. His eyes flicker up every so often, catching mine, and he gives me this soft, knowing smile that sends warmth straight to my cheeks.

Moses, meanwhile, is at the other desk, frowning at his computer screen like he’s ready to tear it apart. “I thought you said you’d be done soon,” I murmur, glancing up at Hunter with a teasing grin.

Hunter snorts, the sound rumbling through his chest as he pulls me closer. “Soon, baby girl,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “This part’s taking longer than we thought.”

That was half an hour ago, but I’m not worried about it. It feels nice not to have to worry about anything at all, actually. Just to sit here, surrounded by their warmth, knowing that I’m safe and that they’ve got it handled.

I never thought I’d feel like this—so...content.Not when the idea of a mate, of Alphas, used to make my skin crawl. But here I am and it’s like I don’t know who I was before this. My Omega is absolutely thriving on this attention, the softness, the safety. Amelia warned me that my viewpoint might change the moment I met the person or people meant for me. That all that fear and anxiety would sit back and let me enjoy the idea of truly being loved.

It’s such a stark contrast to the way things used to be. To the constant tension, the fear, the feeling of always having to watch my back. Right now, none of that exists. Right now, it’s justHunter’s warmth, Amel’s soft smiles, and Moses’ quiet strength filling up the space around me.

I shift in Hunter’s lap, finishing the last bite of my roll as I stretch out, letting my head rest against his chest. “Take your time,” I mumble. “I’m not in a hurry.”

Hunter’s hand tightens around my waist, a low hum of approval rumbling through his chest. “Good,” he says and there’s something possessive in his tone that makes me shiver. “You just stay right there.”

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