Page 47 of Cursed Love

I put out my hand, wiggling my fingers as I raise an eyebrow. “Oh? Let’s see it, then.”

Moses pulls a small piece of paper from his pocket, unfolding it slowly for dramatic effect before holding it out. My eyes widen as I read the ticket:Monaco.

My jaw drops and I stare between him and the ticket. “You’re kidding.Monaco?”

He nods, that satisfied glint in his eyes making him look even more smug. “Thought you could use a little luxury. Consider it our first trip as a pack. Well, more of like a double date? I have no idea what you call it when two packs go together.”

I’m stunned, my mouth opening and closing as I try to process the idea. Amel clears his throat behind me as if he knew I was about to ask what he got me. I’ve become a very, very spoiled Omega but I’m allowed to be. I turn to find him huffing, throwing his hands in the air dramatically. “Am I not enough of a present?” he asks, his voice laced with mock offense.

I grin, teasing my bottom lip as I raise an eyebrow at him. “You’re agreatpresent, but now I’m wondering if you’re holding out on me.”

He lets out a deep laugh, shaking his head before gesturing toward my room. “Fine. Check your room. Imighthave gotten you a few new outfits you’ll need for this trip.”

There’s about three seconds before I pull away from my Valla and rush toward my bedroom, dragging Amelia with me. Ezra’s yelling something about being careful with his babies and Theo’s telling him to knock it off but I’m more focused on the wardrobe laid out on my bed—well, Hunter’s bed but I stole it the first night I moved it.

Amelia hops on the edge of the mattress, cradling her bump. “See? I told you that your luck would pan out, Koa. It always does.”

I never thought we’d be sharing a moment like this. A moment where we are both happy, mated, and wholly taken care of. “No, I’m not sure I would call this one luck. This feels more like fate.”

Bonus Epilogue

THREE MONTHS LATER

Hunter

“Shit, Moses. If you keep making all that racket, Koa’s going to come down here.”

“She’s already going to come down here, you little shit. We left her alone again.”

Koa has made it very clear that she doesn’t want to wake up alone anymore and we fucking promised her that at least one of us would be at her side at all times. That… has not happened. Amel’s standing at the edge of the basement, eyes dartingbetween us and the door leading into the hallway. Koa’s about to go into heat again and if she does when we’re not there… I choose not to think about it.

She’s going to be pissed but we’ve been waiting a long damn time for this moment. The moment when we found all three of her abusers and were able to drag them in here for a little… conversation. There was a bit of a snap, one of the Alphas from an influential family but I promised his father we wouldn’t kill him. That we just needed to show him he’s not allowed to mess with our Omega.

It helps that the family is a client of ours and even better that his father all but threw him to us, pleading with us to teach him a lesson. And I will. All three of us will tonight.

I glare at the three Alphas lined up in a neat little row, grinning as their heads hang forward, cloth bags covering their stupid faces. Moses started a little bit ago, using them for target practice. It seems that they don’t bob and weave the same way that a punching bag does and the middle Alpha’s nose is most definitely broken.

“I’m going to ask again if any of you know why you’re here tonight.”

The Alpha all the way on the left spits at my feet. “Valla scum. I can smell your damn scent from here. What’s the point of beating us up? My father—”

A cackle tears from my throat as I step forward and pinch his chin between my fingers. “See, that’s funny. Your father basically paid me to teach you a lesson. Said that as long as I didn’t kill you, you were mine to do with as I pleased.” I release him with a little too much force, his chair stumbling an inch backward. “See, you all touched something of ours. I know you all remember it, that night eight years ago, preying on a little Omega?”

“Seriously? That’s what this shit is about?”

Moses has less restraint than I do, his growl reverberating through the basement before he grabs the Alpha by the neck and slams him against the concrete beam in the middle of the room. Silence follows before the Alpha groans, moaning about his head. Blood drips down onto his shirt, Moses sitting the chair back in its place. “Yes, it’s about the Omega.OurOmega. She’s explained pretty well just what you did to her.”

“Damien orchestrated it! Why the fuck is this our fault?”

“Because he’s not the one who touched her. Believe me, he got his own punishment, not enough if you ask me but it seems our Omega didn’t want him dead. You three, however, I haven’t been given such instructions.” A wild grin spreads across my lips as I sing ‘eenie, meanie, miney, mo’ and then throw a punch at the Alpha on the left. “Look, it’s simple. You get roughed up. We drop you back off and you live on the straight and narrow with a few permanent disfigurements reminding you to keep your hands to yourself.”

“We know who you are!” The one in the middle cries. “We’ll just—”

Amel laughs, a sharp demonic sound that echoes down here. “And what proof will you have? You never saw our faces, have no clue where the fuck we are, and your own families handed you over to us on a silver platter. And what would you even tell the authorities? That you get beat up? They’ll ask why and then you’ll have to explain how you forced your way into an Omega’s heat. The public will thank us for our service.” His gray eyes flash with annoyance, the tick in his jaw making me want to bend him over and pound into him right here. Gods, he’s hot like this.

There’s more sniveling between the three of them, sudden pleas echoing through the basement. I’m just about to deliver another thoughtful monologue when heat barrels through the bond, need and lust hitting me full force in the chest. Fuck, we’reout of time. I glance over at Moses and then Amel, the three of us playing a silent game of ‘rock, paper, scissors’.

Moses curses and sprints up the stairs to keep our Omega occupied through the first wave of her heat while Amel and I take out the trash. A few more rounds of pain and then I’ll let one of the employees handle the rest. When Koa’s needy cries hit my ears, I turn back to the three Alphas, adrenaline pumping through my chest.

“Seems the timeline just shortened. I’d say I apologize for the pain I’m about to inflict but I’m not. Now, who wants to go first?”

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