Page 26 of This Fate That Guides Us
CHAPTER TEN
NOW PLAYING: GODDESS- Written by Wolves
Steam rolls from the bathroom as Titan steps out with a towel wrapped around his waist. Water still trails down his naked chest and abs. My eyes track each droplet, drool pooling in my mouth as they disappear beneath the material. I push up to my elbows, intent on crossing the room and convincing my mate to bend me over one of the bunks but stop when I hear a deep groan from beside me.
A pillow launches through the open bedroom door. Titan easily knocks it aside. A single raised eyebrow is his only reaction to the failed assault.
“We’re supposed to be getting ready for a photoshoot, Tee, but if you insist on walking around looking like the cover model for a romance novel, I’m going to have to insist on us blowing itoff for another celebratory orgy instead,” I flirt, watching Titan dig through his suitcase with blatant interest.
High libidos are common for alphas. We all feel the easy stirring of arousal around each other. A natural reaction from our bodies to anticipate the sexual needs of our pack. Specifically an omega. If our pack had one.
My mind starts to drift to stormy blue eyes and lilac-tipped hair but my thoughts derail when a second pillow smashes against my head.
“Nex, save your boner for after the show. Tee, put some damn clothes on. We don’t have time for this shit,” Nebula demands. He loves to boss us around on a regular basis, but when he thinks we are running behind schedule, he’s nearly unbearable.
Like now, despite the fact we still have an entire hour before we have to meet with the representative from the magazine we are being featured in this month. He’s going to give himself an ulcer worrying so much for nothing. I still don’t want to face his ire, or denied orgasms as punishment later, so I rush to get dressed myself.
The same as all events where we are face to face with someone as ‘Primordial Covenant’, we will be wearing our masks, which makes getting ready for the day an even quicker process. No need for perfectly winged eyeliner when no one will get to appreciate its beauty.
“Everyone to the car,” Brady orders as soon as we reach the front of our bus. I follow Nebula as he stomps down the steps, hoping there is coffee awaiting me in the near future. Noon is the new six in the morning when you spend your nights performing and celebrating until the sun rises. Which means caffeine, in your preferred form, is an essential.
We pass by the sleek silver bus I recognize as belonging to my newest obsession, Omen. It’s quiet inside. I wonder ifshe’s still sleeping. Curled up with only soft blankets to keep her company. I find myself wishing for the hundredth time since meeting the gorgeous goddess that she could be ours. I’d mentioned as much to my packmates during our drive home from the protest on Monday.
“We should court Omen,” I declare as soon as we hit the highway out of the city. Titan flicks his eyes away from the road long enough to meet my gaze in the rearview mirror, but his face remains impassive. Either he expected me to suggest this course of action or he doesn’t care either way. I’m hoping it’s the former. I need him to be as deeply invested in this courtship as I plan to be.
“Nex,” Nebula sighs. His head hits the window with a light thunk before he turns to look backat me. “I admit I’m attracted to Omen. We all are. We all feel the same potential pull between us. The one saying she could be ours.”
“Exactly! So–”
“BUT,” he interrupts my attempted scheming, “we already have a fifth mate out there somewhere. An omega who we promised we would be waiting for. Is it worth pursuing Omen if it means losing out on any chance with our Fated omega in the future?”
Callisto’s hand scoots across the seat to intertwine with mine. He probably assumes Nebula’s rejection of my idea will sadden me. Sure, I’m a little sad but not because they don’t want to pursue Omen. I’m sad they don’t see the truth behind our connection.
“Okay and if our mate is a male omega and they’re both supposed to be with us? What then? Are you willing to risk Omen finding another pack without us even trying to win her heart?”
The skin between Nebula’s brows wrinkles as he studies me. I can practically hear the gears turning as he thinks things over.
“Fate wouldn’t let us feel a pull to Omen this strongly if our Fated omega wouldn’t accept her too,” Callisto quietly adds. I could kiss him for voicing my thoughts so eloquently!
I did in fact kiss him senseless during the drive home. Distracting myself as Nebula and Titan kept their attention on other topics or jammed along with the radio.
Before bed, we had all agreed to see how things progressed naturally during the tour. No official proclamations of courting, but we could lean into any moments we could steal with our omega photographer.
Moments I intend to create as often as possible.
Two exhausting hours later, we finally arrive back at the lot where our buses are parked. On the outskirts of a cute little spot in Ohio, the city bustles busily around us, reminding me of home. Thankfully this city doesn’t hold the same stigmas we grew up around. Everyone we’ve met so far has been open and welcoming. Supportive of both our pack dynamics and our stances on designation-related topics.
Brady leaves us at the entrance to our bus, mumbling about checking in with his mate and grabbing lunch. His mention of food sparks an idea in my mind. Jogging up the steps, I quickly slip into comfortable clothes. We still have a few hours before sound check and I know exactly how we should spend our time.
Avoiding my packmates' questions, I duck back out of the bus, aiming for Omen’s bus two rows over. Rounding the side, I’m entranced to find her sitting cross-legged in a lawn chair outside. A laptop is precariously perched on her long legs and she seems lost in her work.
Part of me is reluctant to distract her, but my desire to spend time with the gorgeous omega wins out in the end.
Lex Ferguson, her reserved and mean-looking bodyguard, eyes me as I approach them. He doesn’t say anything but offers a nod of greeting from where he leans against the bus a few feet away.
“Good afternoon, gorgeous!” I sing. My greeting has her head tilting up, a soft smile crossing her plush lips. I’m glad my nerves didn’t make my voice wobble. I don’t want her to think I’m a nervous idiot. “Might I entice you into joining us for a late lunch?”
Omen’s bottom teeth dig into her lip as she glances back at her computer, but when those icy blue eyes turn back to me, I mentally fist pump at the excitement I see there. Perhaps food is the way to this pretty omega’s heart too.
