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This should be weird but it’s somehow not. I even manage to close my eyes and fall asleep, loving the weight of Nova’s body against mine.
Chapter Ten
NOVA
The world is hazy as I wake up and look around. It’s been days of pain, slick, orgasms, and confusion.
Now, I simply want to know where I’m at and why.
I’m laying on clean sheets in a small room with a low ceiling and the perfect dim lighting.
Wait…blinking as I gaze up at the ceiling, I realize that there’s a canopy of gauzy material that mimics a lower ceiling. That’s very smart, and it makes me not want to move.
I feel obnoxiously safe with the scents of my alphas surrounding me. Except, I shouldn’t because I know nothing about them except that they can make me come harder than I ever have.
Inhaling deeply, I breathe in their scents, somehow knowing who each one is. Raspberry chocolate surrounds me in the hoody that I’m wearing and on the air, and I know that this is Tyde. Lars is next with his hazelnut scent, reminding me somehow of coffee and my stomach rumbles. Lastly, Caleb’s scent of crispapples and nutmeg somehow blends perfectly with their scents, despite how acerbic his tone often is.
Making a face at the thought that I’m officially scent matched, I push myself up until I’m sitting up. I should feel tired, but I’m not, and my hair falls in a soft, clean waterfall around me.
Crawling out of a nest that leaves me with more questions than answers, I stand on bare feet and pad out into the rest of the house. I want to know how my sister is, and what this all means.
I wish I could be the type of omega to play things cool, but I’m not. There’s too much about my life that’s up in the air. I also want to know where my cat is. Did they leave her in the van?
Padding into the main area of the house, I take in how gorgeous it is. Rather than feeling cold, it looks like a comfortable wealth. John and Louise, yes I’m calling them by their pseudo names, made their home into both a fortress and prison.
Lucky me.
“Nova?” a deep voice asks. “Keep walking, and you’ll find the living room. I’m making food.”
Realizing Tyde is talking is a mind fuck. I don’t remember his voice being so deep, which is weird. Sighing, I walk into a living room that’s empty and curl into a corner of the couch.
“Did Caleb and Lars bring my cat in, or am I going to find a popsicle in my van?” I ask.
While my words are blase, I am actually worried as I gaze out at the snow.
“She’s in a room on the bottom floor. They’re assholes and murderers, but I think the line gets drawn at killing animals,” he teases, walking out with two plates filled with fragrant rice and chicken dish with salsa over it. All things I can eat. We haven’t had a chance to really discuss my dietary issues, but I can get around it if I’m careful.
My mouth waters because it smells incredible. It seems that my sinuses are clear since I’ve been inside and nothing has been messing with it.
“That’s quite the line,” I mumble as he smirks, sitting next to me.
His hair is mussed over his forehead in an adorable way, his hazel eyes soft as he watches me. Tyde is wearing sweatpants and nothing else, looking very comfortable in his own skin. I honestly almost swallow my own tongue at the sight of his washboard stomach and the definition of his muscles.
Why is he so different now? It’s almost as if he had a personality lobotomy. I really want to get to know this version of Tyde.
I can feel his emotions through the bond, and I flush as the memory of how that happened slides through my mind.
“Please don’t think about biting my cock, Nova,” Tyde groans. “I’m trying really hard to be a gentleman.”
“I’m a little surprised by you,” I murmur, taking my plate from him and loading my fork with food.
My stomach gurgles, and I wince as I take a bite. The flavors are amazing as my eyes close to half mast and I moan softly as I chew.
“Why is that?” he asks, his voice almost a growl. Fuck, this alpha is sexy without trying.
Where’s the asshole who couldn’t help but offend me?
“This is really good,” I compliment him, and while he blushes, he continues to stare at me. Ugh, I hate being an adult. “You haven’t once asked me about Katee or insulted me.”
