Page 102 of Broken Dreams

The last time I saw him fully naked was during my heat, but since they’re medically induced, I’m half out of my mind with need. I don’t know if they’re normal, and it’s yet another thing I need to add to the list to Google.

My life is so odd. Normal things help to ground me.

As Duncan pushes his boxers to the ground, I get an up close and personal moment with his dick. The crown is thick and makes my mouth water, but I’m too tired to do much with it. It’s pretty, as well as darker than the rest of his body. His knot is also impressive, and my inner self preens with happiness.

Down girl.There will be plenty of time for that.

“Are you enjoying your view?” he teases me. My cheeks heat as I unabashedly nod. “Good, you should. Now scoot up because I want to be your own personal pillow.”

Doing as he says, I wait for him to get into the water, which he does groaning.

“I don’t know when I last took a bath,” he says. “Be prepared to take them with me from now on, I think I like it.”

My lips twitch, because it won’t be a hardship at all. His hands ease me back against his chest, and then his arm is banded comfortably around my waist. Allowing the heat of the water and his body to seep into my skin, I feel my eyes begin to close. He’s so comfortable.

Remembering his tattoo, I twist my head to look at it before tapping on it to ask him about it. There are other tattoos surrounding it on his arms, yet that’s the one that stands out.

“Noticed that, did you?” he asks, kissing my hair. Laying back, I nod, looking up at him. “When you disappeared, Callum and I both got tattooed to remind ourselves that you were ours. No one else would ever do until we could find you. It never occurred to either one of us that we’d be lucky enough to have two scent matches. The date you disappeared is underneath the crown on Callum. Interestingly enough, it’s also Adira’s birthday. That one blew my mind. We’d usually be blind drunk that day, but going to celebrate her birth kept us from that.”

Thank God. Yet another thing to be grateful for. I don’t want anyone mourning me. Remembering I exist is fine, but I don’t want people to grieve me. That’s just not who I am.

“Anyway, this way you’re always with us until we complete the bond bites,” he murmurs, making me shiver. “Do you want that, Sweet Girl?”

I nod as I continue to gaze up at him before grinning giddily. I can’t believe I’m in the bathtub with Duncan Kelly. I don’t think my fourteen year self would ever recover.

Dropping my chin, I cuddle against his chest as he begins to tell me stories until his voice is a growly rumble that helps me drift off to sleep.

QUINN

Two days later

“You should behappy with whatever your life has given you. Working or reaching for more will only frustrate you and turn you into a bitch. Sweet omegas are more likely to catch alphas who will take care of them,”Emilia Richardson says. “Take the road of sweetness, and see how much better your life will be for it.”

I’m listening to this wretched twunt’s podcast and I want to throw something at the computer as I get ready for this dinner. My father has been blowing up Duncan’s phone, but he’s been largely ignored. The voicemails had me leave the room while the brothers listened to them due to the venom dripping from his mouth.

I don’t have to listen to those, and I won’t. I’ll have to deal with him enough tonight.

Apparently I’m a glutton for punishment, because I’ve been listening to Emilia for the past hour, and sometimes she makes podcasts in response to something that The Little Rabbit has said.

“Others will tell you independence is sexy, but good, old fashioned values are what builds a healthy relationship with your alphas,”Emilia drones on.

The Little Rabbit recently spoke about how the roles of designations have been evolving, and that it should be acceptable for omegas to work outside of the house once they’ve joined a pack. They shouldn’t be cloistered away unless they’re happier in that role.

The active ingredients in a healthy pack, according to her, are choices. Happiness is dependent on each person, but discovering things that give you joy is important when it comes to finding where you fit in your pack. Odds are, the alphas in your life will all have work outside of the home.

So what will you do all day? The Little Rabbit has a point, because the first thing I wanted to do when I could pinpointwhat I needed, was to dance. I can’t lay in my nest all day, though I enjoyed the down time. I’ve never had any before, in my adult life.

As I smooth down my black, modest cocktail dress nervously, I’m reminded that I've been listening to podcasts to keep my mind off seeing my father. I’m worried this dress is slutty in some way. I did some online shopping, and at the time I thought it would be fine. However, now I’m second guessing if my breasts are too big for it, or if there’s too much leg showing.

The top of the dress is a square neck that’s offering a bare hint of cleavage, with clean lines down to my mid thigh where the slit begins. I want to make sure I can get my knife that’s now strapped to my upper leg. It’s perfectly hidden by the slit, even when I sit down. I had to practice to make sure I wouldn’t flash anyone. The slit begins at my mid thigh so I’m not in danger of that.

While I’ve been practicing at the gun range behind the house, I still don’t feel proficient enough to carry a firearm yet. I need to practice more, because fumbling with a weapon you’re not comfortable with leads to accidents.

Forcing air through my lungs, I remind myself that there are safeguards in place. I’ll be fine.

“I want to help people find happiness and safety, so I’ve decided to begin monthly mixers?—”

Excuse the fuck out of me?!

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