Page 15 of Rebellious Harmony
“So nice.It even smells like you.Like the finest incense and leather.”She removes her cardigan and drapes it on the couch, then wraps the blanket around herself and closes her eyes.It shouldn’t feel this good that she notices my scent and relaxes as a result.
Speaking softly, I ask, “Feeling better now, Omega?”
I don’t want to see her suffer.No Alpha wants that.Part of me is proud that I made the right call and saw what she needed before she did.
“Yeah, I didn’t realize how out of sorts I was feeling until now.”
I should be worried about my Alpha pheromones and spicy scent being all over that blanket, but I find I don’t care.She’s not my Omega, and I’m not her Alpha, no matter how badly I wanted to kiss her earlier.
She continues looking at the empty chair, and with a huff, she crawls onto it.She looks at me, a little dazed, and scoots herself into one corner of the oversized chair.
Grinning at her, I sit on the bed next to the chair and bundle the blanket around her body.“Omegas need security, like the walls here, and the softness of the blanket.In my room, with an Alpha to protect you when you’re at your most vulnerable, you have a sense of safety, which is important for Omegas when they nest.”
“It feels like I’m missing something.”She looks at me, dismayed.
Seeing her beside my bed should make me nervous, but the opposite is true.I’m taken by how cute she looks all bundled up.“What do you need, Ava?I can help you.”My inner Alpha wants to provide her with simple comforts no matter the warning signs.I shouldn’t be helping her; I might give her the wrong message.Her instincts might tell her that I’m a worthy mate, when really I’m the only Alpha she’s been around.
I’ve only been around one nesting Omega before—my mother.My mind is screaming at me that this is a bad idea.
“I need more soft stuff.Even though there’s not much room here.”
I grab another pillow off my bed and place it in front of her.She immediately plops down on the chair’s cushion and puts her head on the pillow.She hums, and it almost sounds like a purr.
“Anything else you need?”
“Play me some music, Nolan?”
I’m taken aback by her request, but if music is what her heart desires, then that I can handle.I suddenly feel a burst of creative juices, like I could finally write new music, but I don’t want to leave her side.Maybe hearing me mess around will be enough to please her and let her drift off to sleep.
“I might want to just play around with cords.Would that be okay with you?”
“Yeah, I think so,” she says in a tired voice.
“Okay then.”Grabbing my guitar, I settle in against my remaining pillow and headboard and begin to strum a new tune.The fact that I feel inspired to compose with an Omega in my room brings my dad’s words back to me.His certainty that an Omega of my own would inspire my music scares me a little.Could he be right?Could the nesting Omega be my new muse?Or is it just a coincidence?That’s a scary thought, but I’m excited to be inspired again.
Ava opens her eyes, and in a sleepy voice, she says, “You have a pissed off fan who’s leaving hurtful messages on the Death by Dawn feed, and now she’s moved her hostility to my own posts.Is she someone I should worry about?”
Great.Larissa has begun to target Ava.Her behavior is annoying, and I can take her crap, but Ava shouldn’t have to.She didn’t ask for the drama.
“Just delete the comments and keep blocking her new accounts.She’ll eventually get bored when she realizes she’s not making an impact.”
“She seems intent on riling up your fans and upsetting me.”
“Don’t let her bother you.She’s not worth it.She’s my ex and our former social media manager.She’s upset, but she’ll move on.”
Mindlessly strumming the notes that flow out of me, I find myself continually looking at Ava.She seems content and cozy, and my heart feels settled.That she feels safe in my private space gives me a sense of pride I’ve never felt before.Not even after my best performances.She’s doing things to me, and I feel a little untethered, but I would be stupid not to enjoy her company.Playing for her shouldn’t bring me this much peace, but it does.I’m pleased that she’s intently watching my every move.
“That sounds so nice.You’re a true artist.”Her eyes drift closed, and she rolls over and slips off the chair.My muscles tense, and with my supernatural speed, I catch her in my arms and we fall back onto the mattress.“Oops.”She giggles sleepily, and I can’t help but smile.
“You’re not supposed to fall out of your nest.”
“I didn’t mean to.Maybe I shouldn’t have built my first nest on a chair.Bad move, Ava, duly noted.”
“I think your first nest is perfect.”I caress her cheek, and she blushes.Her nest is small and compact, just like her.
This girl is making me feel things that should make me nervous and uncomfortable but strangely feel right, and I’m happy as a result.Like in my arms is where she’s supposed to be.
“Well, I’ll take the compliment.Maybe I just need more practice.It felt nice and comfortable, but not as comfortable as being held by you.”She smirks and blushes, which makes me smile.She feels great in my arms.
