Page 51 of Broken Dreams

“You’ve never had any problems yelling at me, as I recall,” he says, smirking as he holds out his hands for us to take to stand.

The house is huge as we walk through it to the stairs, and I swear I’m going to get lost.

“I promise I’ll give you a tour of your new home too,” he says. “Do you remember my grandma Diedre?”

Makayla’s eyes light up as she nods, a question in her eyes that Callum recognizes.

“Oh, she’s still alive and kicking,” he says with a laugh. “She gave Duncan and I the house. She said that she wanted us to have a place to grow into. I want to talk to you later about what you want, okay?”

Curiosity is in her eyes, though it could be for a million reasons. Callum walks us upstairs, pulling towels and washcloths.

“Separate showers or together?” he asks.

Makayla’s hand reaches out for mine, and Callum nods as he opens the door of the bathroom. It’s beautiful and large, with both a shower and a tub.

“There’s every toiletry you could imagine in here,” he says, opening a drawer to pull out two new toothbrushes in the packaging and toothpaste. A new hairbrush follows as well as razors and shaving cream.

It’s every omega’s wet dream for a shower. Makayla and I both shift as we perfume, blushing. Callum simply smirks, breathing in deeply as he adjusts himself.

“You’re both fucking perfect. Do you need anything else?” he asks.

Shaking our heads, we watch as he closes the door behind him.

“I feel as if I’m in a dream,” I whisper to Makayla.

“Same,” she whispers back after a long moment. Her words appear to only unlock with difficulty.

I don’t think these alphas will rush her, and neither will I.

CHAPTER 11

QUINN

Linus was the sweetest as we showered. I’m reeling, overwhelmed by our change of circumstances.We have a nest?!I don’t know how to process that.

Who made it and why? Did they have another omega? Will it smell like her or him?

“Baby, I wish you’d tell me what’s on your mind,” Linus says as he dries my skin with the fluffiest towel I’ve ever seen.

I give him an apologetic look, making him shake his head.

“No, I know. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just, I can feel the wheels turning in your head. This house is insane, and the water pressure made me want to cry. It doesn’t feel real,” he says with a sigh. My lips twitch because he’s right about all of it.

Linus’ strong, sure hands continue to rub the towel over my skin before reaching for the clothes that are on the counter waiting. Duncan or Callum must be ninjas to have been able to have brought those in so quietly that we didn’t notice. Those alphas amaze me still.

It’s been years, and yet they’re still so steady. That amount of time stretches for miles, feeling as if it could separate us if I let it.

Fuck.

Lifting the shirt Callum was just wearing, Linus pulls it over my head, allowing me to push my arms into the proper places. While he picks up a pair of gray sweatpants that look both sinful and comfortable, Linus continues to think out loud. I adore the sound of his voice. It’s kept me sane all this time.

“I think that just because it feels too good, doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try,” he says, pulling on the pants. “Baby, feel these.”

Reaching out, I sigh as I feel how buttery soft his sweatpants are.

“Sorry, I’ll focus, but holy shit,” he mutters. The shirt is the next to go over his head. “There’s a pack of panties too that seem new. Huh, I wonder why they left the package sealed.”

Opening it, he helps me into them, even though I can do it. It’s just the way he is. Now that he can touch me whenever he wants, he can’t seem to stop. I fucking love it.

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