Page 58 of Talk About… Secrets
“How did we go without this for weeks?” Cade asked no one in particular.
“Don’t leave me again,” she begged.
“No chance, sweetheart,” Beck promised. “From now on, where we go, you go, and the other way around.”
“Good.” A small sniffle nearly broke me but so did not holding her myself.
“My turn.” To my shock, Beck handed her over. She didn’t protest, doing the same burrowing hug to me that she did our alpha. Fuck if that didn’t inflate the ego a bit. She needed me just as much as I needed her.
That was how you knew fate was involved.
Cade didn’t wait long before taking her from my arms. I couldn’t deny my packmate our omega, though.
The drive back, with her wedged between our alphas, felt like it took years and not minutes.
She had us wrecked in the best way.
Grace
They’re here. They’re here. They came back. That mantra ran through my head the entire time I was squished between Beck and Drew, a big alpha hand on each leg, squeezing gently as Drew drove us home.
The cab smelled like heaven. Like home.
“No, sweetheart, don’t cry,“ Beck groaned, unbuckling himself and squeezing closer, his presence fighting against my hormonal tears.
“She’s been feeling rough for weeks,” Drew said solemnly. “She might need a puppy pile tonight to calm her omega.”
“Done,” Spencer said. “We’re here, freckles. Don’t cry.”
“It’s breaking my heart,” Drew groaned, his shoulders hunching. He had to feel it through the bond because I was too much of a mess to close it.
His foot pressed harder on the accelerator as he hurried home. I’d never been so happy to see the firehouse, even through the sheen of tears still clinging to my eyes.
My chest was aching fiercely and I wanted to crawl inside their skin to make sure they couldn’t leave me like this again.
It was only three weeks, but it felt like a lifetime to our shaky bond.
I was also needy enough to demand their bites, but they needed to know the truth before I could even ask that.
The thought of telling them had the tears coming again until I started full-on sobbing. A rumbling purr tried to calm me as Drew parked. Beck cursed and unbuckled me, pulling me into his lap and squeezing tight.
“Tell me what I can do to fix this, sweetheart. I’ll give you anything,” he promised in a fierce whisper. “I am so fucking sorry I hurt you this way.”
I tried to say something, to get coherent words out, but it was like the last three weeks of uncertainty, tension, and hormones I’d been fighting to keep under control, burst out of me like an explosion.
Beck’s door opened and Drew helped him out so he didn’t drop me, the betas pressing into our sides so we were walking in an awkward huddle. Eventually Beck gave up and dropped, all of us sitting right there in the parking lot.
A low rumble echoed out, a flash across the sky.
“We should move inside,” Cade said, but I shook my head.
“Weather said later tonight, it’s in the distance,” I argued, wanting to cling to this moment now that my tears were drying. It was the first time I’d felt whole… maybe in my entire life.
“What can we do?” Spencer asked, his fingers gently ghosting down my arm, up and down again to soothe me.
“Just hold me,” I answered, my voice still wavering from the tears. “Sorry I’m being dramatic.”
Drew narrowed his eyes and leaned in so I was forced to stare into his dark green gaze. “Don’t talk about my omega like that.”
