Page 82 of Who We Were

My beta softens at that. "Well, we have a problem then, because I haven't responded to them since we found out Maya's heat was coming."

"Fuck," Samuel groans. "That means they are going to comehere."

Oliver nods grimly. "I'll text mom, ask them to hold off for just a little. Maybe if I give her just a tiny bit of the truth, she'll understand."

"Don't you dare say omega or heat, Oliver," I warn, knowing his mom wouldneverin a million years let that go.

Scowling at me, Oliver punches me lightly on the pec. "Obviously. What about your dads?"

"They're good. They left for Europe last week and won’t be back for another week and a half," I explain.

Oliver and Sam nod, relief slumping their shoulders a bit. We lapse into silence again, all of us probably thinking about how much our parents are going to despise us when they find out what happened to Amaya and everything wedidn'tdo.

Ugh.

Soft footsteps, followed by heavier ones, draw my attention over the back of the couch. In a pair of black pajama pants and a tight black tank top, Amaya shuffles toward us, with Vincent nudging her forward.

"Go sit with them while I shower, little mate," Vincent coos in her ear as he walks our omega around the couch.

Already zeroed in on her, the three of us jolt when she sniffles and wipes a tear away.

I catch Vincent's eye once she's settled beside Oliver with a couple of inches between them. I'm curious why she's willingly sitting so close to us when she would probably be more comfortable in her mini nest in the corner of the couch, but Vincent explains with a gentle request.

"Keep my mate company while I shower?"

Oh!My sweet girl doesn't want to be left alone, but her alpha needs some self-care.

"Of course," we all say at the same time, each of us eager to help him out and be close to Amaya.

Another tear falls from her shifty eyes as Vincent walks away, but not before he leaves her with a lingering kiss and whispered words too soft for us to hear.

It's silent for a few heavy moments, but it's enough to settle my alpha. Having her near me, in my line of sight so I can be of use if she needs me, is soothing.

Amaya looks smaller than she usually does as she tucks her legs beneath her and burrows a little deeper into her usual sheet. It's endearing, watching her walk around her house in a thin, ordinary sheet instead of a fluffy blanket.

Another sniffle has me clenching my hands in my lap to keep from snatching her into my arms.What are we supposed to do?

Apparently, my beta has no such worries. Oliver closes the gap between him and our omega. Sam and I watch, fascinated, as Oli's thigh presses against hers. Amaya jolts a little, but quickly melts into him like he's her salvation.

My cock hardens and before I really realize what I'm doing, I press myself up against my beta once again.

I'm close enough now that I hear her content little hum when Oliver wraps his arm around her shoulder and tugs her into his chest.Fuck,now she's within inches of me. And my teeth. ‘Bite.’I have to snap down on my tongue to keep my alpha in check.

Fucking hell, did Vincent realize he literally dropped his mate in a den of wolves?!

"Shh," Oli coos, dropping his nose in her messy dark hair. "We got you, baby. Just rest."

What happens next is something I never would have been able to stop in a million years, no matter what kind of alpha I was.

Amaya rubs her cheek against my beta mate, scent marking him. Then she releases the most beautiful little fucking purr. It's a soft, fluttery thing that ignites every primal instinct in me.

I have to touch. There's no other choice. None, nothing will keep me from making contact with my omega any longer.

A swirly, pink haze sweeps over my vision, and it's like I'm watching myself from above. My hand reaches over Oli, my fingers extending until I brush along the soft, warm skin of her cheek.

It's an innocent touch. One filled with affection and admiration for the beautiful mate the fates have given me. And it sparks the official beginning of the sexiest week of her life.

With a feminine snarl, Amaya writhes in her seat until she's straddling Oliver. I know I should stop it, but I'm too weak to save my beta from the hottest kiss I haveever fucking seen.

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