Page 32 of Broken Dreams

“Same,” echo the other alphas, making Bret flinch.

Ouch.He doesn’t exactly have a winning personality. I’m happy to curl up against the wall and nap. I’ve slept in worst places.

“Bring Linus a chair and a blanket,” Oliver growls. “He can be our keeper. Makayla actually eats for him.”

Bret makes a face because he doesn’t like to be reminded of the bond she and I share. To be honest, we try to play it down as often as possible so he doesn’t use it against us.

“Fine, but we don’t have any blankets,” he mutters, turning and walking out of the room.

“Don’t push it or he’ll just make our lives more difficult after this,” I sigh. “I can sleep anywhere.”

The alphas’ scents become bitter or burnt, showing that they’re angry, and I wince. The omega in me wants to make this better for them, but this isn’t about me. It’s the reality of our lives.

“You shouldn’t have to,” Duncan grumbles.

Bret deposits the most uncomfortable chair possible just inside the door, and I leave it because there’s no way I’m going to be able to sleep in that plastic monstrosity that’s four times smaller than I am.

After he leaves, the alpha with the crown on his arm snorts in derision.

“Just lay down with us. I have this odd feeling she’ll sleep better for it,” he says.

A part of me is seriously pulled to him and Duncan. Against my better judgement, I climb into the bed, wincing at how tight my pants are against my erection.

“It feels pretty ridiculous to be so modest when you’ve seen our cocks and our “o” faces,” Oliver says with a jaw cracking yawn.

Huffing out a laugh, I carefully strip off the pants, my hand stretching out to touch Makayla’s ankle. She was beginning to twitch in her sleep, but just my fingers on her skin helps to lull her back to sleep.

“You’re definitely stuck with us for this heat,” Lucas mumbles as he gets comfortable again. “I have the feeling if this was anywhere else, she’d be an adorable brat.”

Closing my eyes instead of responding, I feel a wave of sadness. I would give anything to be able to see Makayla free and happy. Literally anything.

CHAPTER 7

DUNCAN

Another scent match.

I wasn’t sure at first, the scent of dark molasses and sweet tea curling around the room gently while Linus stood apart from us to hold up his watch post. It wasn’t until he climbed into the bed with us that the realization slammed into us. Holy fuck.

He’s ours.

We have another omega to bring with us, one that will hopefully go willingly before we can explain everything to him. I’m afraid we won’t have the time to ease him into things. He’s very attached to Quinn, which means he won’t want to be left behind. This just got a whole lot more complicated, but doesn’t change the fact that we’ve found what’s ours.

At that moment, an hour after Linus got into bed with us, Quinn scoots away from Oliver, his knot softening enough for her to be able to do that. I bet his cock was nice and warm after her brief nap.

It’s been hours since she started her heat, and my mind immediately moves toward her natural needs.

“Do you need a bathroom, Makayla?” I ask, eying her wide eyed surprise. I doubt she’s ever been asked this during a heat.

Fucking useless alphas. Every single one that’s come before us is garbage if they didn’t at least think of something so simple. I’m extremely grateful that Callum and I were paired with alphas that care about her well-being, even if she’s not theirs.

It’s what decent alphas do. Their inner selves crave the happiness of the omega they’re around, and nothing less is acceptable.

She slowly nods, wincing as she rubs at her stomach.

“Point me in the right direction, and we’ll get you squared away before your heat spikes again,” I tell her as I stand.

Slowly, as if she doesn’t believe me, she follows my lead, her gaze beginning to search for Linus. Sleepily, he glances up at her.

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