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The alphas are seconds from acting like that was a challenge to see how quickly the entire house can be scrubbed from top to bottom, how quickly the front door could possibly be fixed, so I say, “Let’s just relax for a bit, first?”
“Whatever you want,” Pax says, and he crawls up on Colter’s other side. “You’re clearly the real pack leader here, not me.”
I chuckle softly as the three of us lay back down. “Damn straight.”
Chapter Forty-Six – Colter
Gideon and Pax are in a flurry the next few days. They not only fix up the house and deep-clean it because we have a bunch of people coming over next weekend, but they also fix the front door and install security cameras, which we’re all able to download the app on their phones and my tablet.
Of course, the excuse about people coming over is just that: an excuse for both alphas to take off work and get everything fixed up. I’m not stupid, and neither are they. None of us have forgotten what Raeka told us.
She wants us to bite her. She wants us to bond with her.
All of us, too. Not just the two alphas. She made sure to specifically include me in that desire. I’d be a liar if I claimed it’s not on my mind. Of course it is. There was a time, not that long ago, where I couldn’t see myself lasting to another birthday, and now? Now I’m happy. Now I’m warm whenever she comes near, all giddy inside.
I love her. I do. I can’t imagine my life without her. Someday, I want to tell her those words out loud.
My voice still doesn’t like to surface. I don’t think I’ve said much as the days go on. Usually, when I try, I psych myself out or something. It’s worse when all three of them are watching me, expectant; I have the easiest time speaking when it’s just Raeka and me.
It’s something I’d like to get over, someday. It’s not going to be instant, but… Raeka’s learning ASL for me. I’d like to return the effort.
It’s Thursday night, three days before our house will be overrun with strangers—not necessarily strangers to Raeka and Pax, but strangers to Gideon and me. Raeka’s family, Pax’s family; it’s going to be weird to have a full house like that. I can’tremember the last time we had a party. Before my parents died, at the very least.
I hope, wherever they are, they’re proud of me. Maybe not for what I’ve done, but for still being here. For trying, even though at times I didn’t want to.
We’re sitting at the dinner table, with Raeka to my right and Pax and Gideon across from us, as Raeka goes on and on about her family. Warning us, basically. “My mom is going to grill you with a thousand questions. Don’t tell her more than she needs to know. She’s used to the brush-off. She’s the one you’ll have the most trouble with, I bet.”
“This mom of yours,” Pax starts, stabbing a piece of steak with his fork. “She’s the reason you accepted Gideon’s offer in the beginning, wasn’t she?”
“Pretty much,” she says.
“So we should thank her for being so overbearing that she pushed you away,” Gideon speaks with a tiny grin. “I doubt she’ll enjoy hearing it, though. It might only upset her—”
“Oh, then you have to do it,” she says with an evil chuckle. “Definitely do it. I want to be there when you say it, too.”
I shake my head to myself, but I do smile.
“My sister will also have a million and one questions for you. She’s been dying to visit ever since I moved in. Obviously, things have been a little crazy, so I kept pushing her off. She’s… annoying, sometimes, but sweet.”
“Sweet,” Pax repeats. “Are we sure she’s related to you, then?”
Raeka looks as if she’s weighing the pros and cons of flinging some of her food over the table at the alpha for that slight. In the end, she must decide against it, because she instead stabs her fork in her mashed potatoes and brings a generous scoop of it to her mouth. “What a mean thing to say—and here I was going to let you guys take a nibble out of me tonight.”
Gideon nearly chokes on his water, while Pax’s gaze narrows in what must be hunger. I just sit there, my mind spinning, the heat in me suddenly unbearable.
“But there’s always next week—” Whatever else Raeka was going to say, it doesn’t matter, because Pax drops his fork and jerks to his feet. Everyone’s eyes are on him, especially hers, as he moves, a man on a mission, around the table, heading straight for the omega.
The burly alpha sets a hand on the back of her chair, and with a single jerk of his arm, he pulls her chair out. He says not a word as he picks her up, literally throwing her over his shoulder.
Raeka bursts out laughing, playfully slapping his back, though I imagine her slaps are like raindrops on a newly-waxed car; they just slide right off someone like Pax. “You aren’t a caveman, so put me down.”
Pax holds onto her by setting a firm hand on her round ass, and grunts out, “You don’t really want me to put you down, do you?”
The soft “No” is all he needs to hear. It’s all any of us need to hear, actually.
What’s left of our dinner is abandoned as both Gideon and I stand, trailing after Pax as he and Raeka lead the way to her bedroom. The alpha balances perfectly, carrying her over his shoulder all the way up the stairs and down the hall, where he finally drops her onto her bed.
She bounces on the mattress, giving him her best sultry look as she whispers, “Well, isn’t somebody eager—”
