Page 65 of Our Haunted Omegas
“Is my dad here?” Ambry asked, standing up as if he snapped out of a deep sleep.
“He’s due to arrive at six,” Medwin announced from the other side of the curtain. “I have checked in on him. He won’t be coming alone. I told Clarence to send a car for him. We’ll take no chances today. None at all.”
Ambry moved to stand beside my brother as Odie’s bare belly was scanned. Cobalt’s hands trembled as the little screen lit up showing the tiniest jellybean. A wolf pup. My brother had sired a wolf pup. That meant, unlike Ambry and me, they had a timeline to plan for. We just had to hope everything settled down before it was time for Ambry to lay our egg. The nest was built. The cabin was secure.
Guardie’s shadowy nose appeared under the curtain and sniffed before disappearing again. The curtained off section was barely big enough to hold us all as it was. So, I was relieved when the murder dog decided to go back and try to bug everyone for another sandwich.
Under different circumstances, we’d have taken the guys to our guest house but there was no way our grandcarrier was going to let us out of the ‘dungeon’ until we got the all clear. So, we had a long afternoon of playing board games and snacking. We all did our best not to speculate on who might have wanted to blow us up. Our sire was quick to shut down any conversations headed in that direction. We’d know when we knew and not a second sooner.
Though, with all the anxiety flying around the room speculation was in the very air we breathed. Under calmer circumstances, I’d have tried to get Ambry to take a nap. He’d been through a lot and his body was fueling an egg. That took a lot of energy but I wasn’t going to be the guy who nagged his mate to get some rest in an impossible situation. After all, he was part of almost getting blown up too.
Guardie sat in front of the door watching it as if it might grow hands and open itself. Hell, for all he knew it could. Afterall, he could be a hand, a tentacle thing, and a murder dog. Why couldn’t a door be more than a door?
“I think we’ll have to stay at the cabin with him,” Odell yawned when the board game playing had dwindled down.
“Who?” Medwin asked and then yawned because he caught it.
“Guardie,” Odell said. “I don’t know if we can have him around people.”
“He didn’t do anything wrong,” Medwin shook his head. “I’m not sure what he is but he didn’t do anything wrong. Believe it or not, grenades aren’t allowed in London. People aren’t allowed to plan to blow up my family despite how often they do it. He did what needed to be done. How he did it is a whole other question and maybe one day we’ll---” he stopped speaking and cocked his head to the side. “Clarence is back. It was a business thing.”
“Blowing people up was a business thing?” Odell asked and Guardie let out a low growl.
“No, don’t eat Clarence,” Odell said, patting his thigh for the murder dog to come over to him.
Guardie trotted over and rested his furry, shadow chin on Odell’s leg. A second later, Grandpa opened the door. Uncle Cedar, Nem, and my father-in-law were with him. Ambry crashed into his dad as I realized my little aunt and uncle were nowhere to be seen.
“Where are---”
“In Heartville,” Medwin said. “I sent them through the gateway to Cord as soon as everything started. If you all hadn’t been at the scene I’d have shoved all you through too.
“What’s going on?” Our sire asked. “Something to do with business?”
“I approved the sale of a piece of land to a startup. They demolished the building that was there. It was one of thoseugly corporate things. Anyway, because I approved the sale that meant the business that wanted it, couldn’t buy it.”
“Because it had already been sold,” Teal rolled his eyes.
“Obviously. Anyway, it was the second or third time this happened apparently. I approved the sale because there was no reason not to. Knocking down a building isn’t the end of the world. Apparently, someone thought it was, regardless,” Clarence rubbed the bridge of his nose and for a moment I almost got up to hug him but his mate beat me to it.
“Are we okay now?” Cobalt asked.
“We’re okay. They’ve been arrested and the guy who they hired to do the deed didn’t make it. The press are reporting that we had some sort of security system in the limo that was capable of what happened. I’m letting them run with it. No one needs to know we merely got lucky.”
I shot a look at Teal. If he knew what this was about his expression didn’t give it away. Cobalt nudged my calf with his big toe, a silent signal to knock it off. I’d get answers later because if his choices were going to get us all blown up we had a right to know about them. It wasn’t just us anymore. Ambry and Odie were pregnant. If that meant Teal had to scale back for safety, I’d lock him in a closet until he agreed to.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Odell
It was decided for us that the feast would be off until the following day once Little Meda and AJ could safely be returned home. With Medwin in ‘nesting dragon’ mode the triplets didn’t put up any argument about taking up their old childhood rooms instead of going home to the guest house. Even with the tension stretched taut between Teal and Indigo, all five of us piled into the same room in our borrowed pajamas. For the first time in my life, I’d have killed for a moment alone to process but at the end of the day staying with Cobalt was the only thing that made me feel safe enough. Guardie stretched out at the foot of the bed as if he’d lived in the room all his life.
“We have got to talk,” Indigo told Teal through gritted teeth.
“Not here,” Teal shrugged him off. “Some things are important enough to wait.”
“Until what? One of us or our pregnant mates get blown up?” Indigo hissed back at him and Cobalt slid in between his brother. My heart skipped a beat and Guardie let out a warning growl. I slid down to the bottom of the bed and ran my hand over his head, trying to keep him calm. Cobalt could handle his brothers without my pup getting involved.
“Why do you assume that it’s about me?” Teal asked. “People buy land. Businesses buy land. It’s what they do.”
