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“Nothing,” I lied.

“Lorcan just locked himself in the bedroom, wouldn’t say a word to us. What is happening?”

My fake smile melted off my face. “I think you’re wrong about me.”

Then, I left the kitchen too.

CHAPTER 6

TADGH

“I thinkyou’re wrong about me.”

I replayed her words over and over in my mind, but I came to no conclusions. Everything I thought about her was real. I felt it in my bones.

When we got into the room, Lorcan had his back turned, pretending he was sleeping, and I was too annoyed to shake him up for answers. Even Oisin, who was usually so easy mannered, seemed on edge.

I didn’t want to start something with Lorcan. I understood he was having a difficult time. I was trying to be fucking understanding, but I couldn't help but wish he dealt with it in a different way.

A nice way that didn’t upset our omega.

We got dressed in silence the next morning, even Oisin avoiding Lorcan, which made things uncomfortable. When we opened the door and met Gabriela, things got even worse.

She looked sad, withdrawn. I couldn’t hold back this time—I glared at Lorcan, daring him to say something, but he mumbled something about breakfast and left.

I took Gabriela’s bags and said good morning to Alice. She taught me how to say it in Portuguese and giggled when I butchered the words. At least someone was in high spirits.

Mary was in a good mood too, humming as we found a table at the breakfast area, filling our cups with steaming tea and leaving the small metal kettle behind for refills.

The breakfast was simple: eggs, toast, and rashers, but she said we were growing boys and piled food onto our plates. Not even the joke that Lorcan was a forty-seven year old boy got him to talk. He ate, drank his tea, and kept his mouth annoyingly shut.

Gabriela looked adorable, which made things harder when she looked so uncomfortable in our presence. Her hair was pulled in two buns on each side of her head, and she wore yet another set of black leggings. She had on a slimming black and white long sleeve shirt, showing off a small waist, a soft belly, and very large tits.

Perfect.

She was so perfect. I looked at her, and I couldn’t think. How did we get so lucky? We went from having no one to the most perfect omega in the world.

She sipped on her tea, brown eyes far away, one strand of hair falling to the side of her face, framing it perfectly. A vision.

Alice was also cute. Gabriella recreated the two buns on the little girl, hers done with her braids. She bounced around, asking what everything was called in English and pronouncing it perfectly. A gorgeous mother and a genius child.

Lucky bastards, we were.

After breakfast, we said our goodbyes to Mary and went to the car once again.

“How long until we get there?” Gabriela asked as we joined the motorway again.

“A couple of hours.” Surprisingly, it was Lorcan who replied.

She nodded, looking back to the window.

“I’m sorry,” he said, almost in a whisper. My eyes flew to the front seat, even if I couldn’t really see him, just his hard eyes through the mirror. He wasn’t looking at us or Gabriela. He faced the road but kept talking.

“Everything is a lot right now. I’m trying my best to?—”

“You don’t need to apologize,” Gabriela cut him off. “I shouldn’t have asked you to kiss me.”

My eyebrows shot up to my hairline, and Oisin turned to me, his expression mirroring mine.

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