Page 103 of These Bonds that Unite Us
There is nowhere I would rather be than here with them. The men of Primordial Covenant may have made big mistakes along the way, but they’re mine. For now, and for eternity.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Five Years Later
Now Playing: Hands On- Austin Giorgio
My feet sink into the warm, pebbled sand as I walk along the shore. Omen’s hand is wrapped in mine as she watches the water lap beside us. A beachside vacation is exactly what my pack needed after finishing our third world tour.
After that fateful tour with Omen five years ago, we released a new album that skyrocketed us to the top of rock and metal music charts everywhere. Our fanbase doubled almost overnight. It’s been a wild ride, one we are all grateful to enjoy together. I think we’re ready for a longer break though. To settle down with our girl for a few years. Maybe start a family of our own.
“What are you thinking about so hard this early?” Omen’s sweet voice interrupts my thoughts. I smile down at her, getting lost in her stunning sea green orbs. Who needs to look at out across the water when I can see an entire ocean in her eyes?
“The future.”
A small smile stretches across her lips and she squeezes my hand. A pulse of excited nervousness spikes in our bond, so I pull her into my side, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. I doubt I’ll ever get over the peace that settles in my soul when my girl is pressed against me.
Tingling energy skitters across my forearm. I watch as a message appears on both of our arms from Nebula, letting us know breakfast is ready. We’d ventured out to enjoy the sunrise while our other mates slept in.
Omen laughs when Nexus drops a message through a connection too, pouting about waking up without our girl beside him. She pulls me along behind her as she cuts across the shore to the cozy bungalow we rented. There is a lightness in her now. A peace she’s found with her omega that wasn’t there when we first met. Being free from her anti-designation cult family has brought her to life. I couldn’t love her more. She’s perfect for me. For all of us. Our Fate matched mate.
“I love you too,” she giggles as she stops outside of the open door. I lean down to meet her when she pushes to her tiptoes. The soft feel of her lips pressing to mine pulls a sigh from my chest. Her tongue darts out to swipe along the seam and we both groan. I pull her closer, pressing her body flush against mine so she can feel exactly what she does to me.
Nebula clears his throat beside us. Opening my eyes, I glance to the left and see him leaning against the door frame, one eyebrow raised. His bond is filled with arousal though, betraying his strict expression for the lie we all know it is. “Food first.”
“Yes, Alpha,” Omen teases as she slips past him, trailing her fingers along the bare skin above his shorts. He growls out a warning, cracking his palm against her ass and making her yelp.
“Mmmm, that’s what I want to hear,” Nexus says with a smirk. He’s sprawled in one of the wicker chairs in the livingroom in nothing but a pair of hot pink lacy boxers. To no ones surprise, he’s already hard beneath the material. Our beachside vacation was his idea, and we all know he only chose to rent a private beach so we can revel in debauchery for the next week.
“Good morning, starlight,” Callisto greets from the small kitchen island where Nebula has an array of light breakfast foods prepared for us. Omen skips over to our beta, wrapping herself beneath his arm and stealing a piece of bacon from his plate. He simply smiles at her, his arm soothing up and down her back above her deep red sun dress.
We chat lightly as we eat, enjoying the peace our temporary sanctuary provides. It’s a nice break after weeks of screaming fans and loud concerts. There’s no rush here, no timeline we have to meet.
“What do you want to do today, gorgeous?” Nexus asks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Our girl may be insatiable during her heats, but Nex is horny damn near 24/7. Something that has ramped up over the past month. I frown, slipping my phone from my pocket and double checking when our girl’s next heat is supposed to be. An unexpected side effect of their reversed rejection we discovered is Nexus’ ability to subconsciously tune into her emotions. In the weeks leading up to her heat he gets even wilder than usual as her rising hormones influence him.
She’s not due for another heat until next month, though. We made sure to schedule all of our tour breaks around the dates for her heats. No one wants to have to cancel shows or risk being on the road with an sex crazed omega. That’s far too dangerous for her, us, and our fans.
“Snorkeling?”
Nexus’ lip pushes into a pout at her suggestion, but he quickly agrees. We’re all quick to jump to do anything she wants. Not a day hasn’t gone by where we’ve forgotten how broken ouromega once was because of us. We devote our lives to making sure she never has to suffer that way again. She’s our goddess and we’re acolytes unworthy of her adoration.
Settled in a beach chair, I watch as Omen and my other mates swim in the water. I’ll join them later. For now I want to enjoy the sun beating down on me, warming my skin. A gentle breeze keeps the temperature just shy of sweltering. It’s wonderful.
I’m awoken from my sunny nap when one of our phones rings. We’ve kept them on hand in case any of our friends or family back home need us. Slipping to the edge of my lounger, I dig through our beach bag to see who is calling. My eyebrows nearly hit my hairline when it’s Nebula’s phone I pull out. On the screen a dated picture of his parents flashes as they call him. We haven’t heard from the Graves family since we were just starting our senior year at the Alpha Academy over a decade ago.
“Neb!’ I shout, waving the device in the air as soon as I have his attention. Omen must sense my apprehension as I approach the water, because she surfaces from her snorkeling and starts to swim back to shore. I don’t know why they are calling, but having our mate at his side may will help Nebula through this call regardless of the reason.
“What’s up?”
“Your parents called.”
“My- What?” He dries his hands on the towel I snagged on my way down before he takes his phone. A sharp breath hisses from his lips when he sees the missed call, his features tightening. Omen wraps an arm around his waist, her eyes finding mine when she feels how stiffly he is standing.
“Are you going to call them back?” I ask. “You don’t have to. They made their choice.”
Omen studies Nebula with a worried look. She’s as nervous as the rest of us. It’s entirely possible contact with hisparents could make Nebula spiral again. Something that hasn’t happened for a few years.
“I don’t know…” He trails off, still staring at his now darkened screen.
