Page 105 of Bound By Pain
“Senator who? I don’t know what your sources are, but we weren’t close. I barely know her. Had I known what she was doing, I would have put a stop to it! It’s just terrible what happened to those people.”
Fates, how that man ever got elected, I’ll never know. He’s a damn idiot. A corrupt one. Given how often anti-designation rhetoric appears in the Alabama state legislature, I highly doubt he was unaware of what she was doing. He just wasn’t dumb enough to let his name be involved.
What’s even less shocking than the suspicion now cast on everyone with ties to Senator Brown is the sentencing of New Hampshire’s Senator Pierson. The man who was running for President with Grant Montgomery’s backing until the Pastor was arrested last summer.
Reporters ask the New Hampshire state officials similar questions; their answers are much smarter than Williams’, but no less telling. It seems our government is due for an overhaul. We can only hope the citizens in these states will pull their heads out of their asses and elect people who will actually do good for them.
“As shitty as the past year has been, it feels like good things are coming.” Bea stares out at the city, wrapped in Ridley’s arms, where they sway by the windows.
“Two of the largest anti-designation cults on the East Coast were dismantled in the last six months. That’s going to lead to big changes. Whether they are good or bad… well, only time will tell,” Lex explains.
“Big moves are in play on the West Coast, too.” We all glance at Creed, who shrugs. Having a federal agent in our pack is helpful when shit is about to hit the fan. Luckily, whatever happens out there shouldn’t affect us. Much.
“We should go on vacation,” Bea says, suddenly changing the topic. “With Orbital Somatic’s future up in the air, now is the perfect time for it. Somewhere tropical and warm.”
Her phone rings, so I grab it off the island and hand it to her. Kissing her cheek when she sees her mother’s name on the screen. “Wherever you wish to go, Omega, that’s where I’ll be.”
My packmates voice their agreement before we leave her to catch up with her mom. Since Marcus’s threat against her family a few weeks ago, she’s called to check in with them more often.
Their island heat turned out to be Transitional, something that happens to Omegas when their bodies stop preparing them for breeding. It’s a big change, one she is slowly helping support her dad through. Apparently, the mood swings are unreal during this phase.
Grabbing my phone, I text my sister to check in. If we are going on a last-minute vacation, I’ll need to make plans to see my family before we leave. The presents waiting in my closet deserve to be in my niece’s hands before the holiday, not after.
Passing by the couch, I notice Shiloh is already searching for flights and hotels for us to stay in. Anticipating whatever our Omega will need for the trip. He’s a great pack Alpha. Very thoughtful but stern, keeping the rest of our group in check. He was built for this, even if it took him a long time to admit it.
“Somewhere with a spa,” Lex demands over Shiloh’s shoulder. “She needs to relax.”
Grinning, I leave my packmates to sort things out and follow my Omega to her bedroom. She cuddles against my chest as she talks to her parents.
Her weight settling against me is everything I’ve ever dreamed of.
EPILOGUE
1 Year Later
Sand burns beneath my feet,the sting soothed away by the waves lapping over my skin. A colorful sky stretches far beyond the horizon, lighting our tiny beachside vacation home in shades of pink, purple, and orange. A breeze blows across my skin, still warm from a day in the sun.
“Ready for dinner?” Shiloh asks, plastering himself against my back. His lips brush my throat, nipping at my skin. They’ve teased me all day. Edging me with sensual touches and panty-drenching kisses.
“I’m hungry, but not for food.” Wiggling my hips against his cock, I bring his hands up from my stomach to cup my breasts.Need burns brighter than a falling star as he traces the edge of my nipples beneath my bikini top.
He hums, palming each of my breasts, using them to pull me harder against him. “Are you needy, Omega?”
Scoffing, I grind against him, clenching my thighs as slick soaks through my bottoms. Pineapple and coconut float on the breeze, carrying the scent of my desire to where my other mates are setting the table down the beach.
“You assholes have been teasing me all day!”
Shiloh chuckles, hands dropping from my body as he steps back. I growl, stomping my foot into the water. “Come eat, Sabine.”
Reluctantly, I follow him and join the others. The fish Orion made melts in my mouth, bursting with flavor. I was hungrier than I thought, quickly devouring everything on my plate.
Pushing it away, I watch my mates as they take their time. No urgency pounds through them, only light and joy. It’s unfair. They should be as ravenous as I feel. One second away from burning in a supernova.
I leave them to their meal, making my way back up to the house. My fingertips skate across the walls as I walk up the stairs to the bedroom and the small nest on the second floor. The dark space calls to me, so I crawl inside. Surrounding myself with my mate’s scents.
Lying on my back, I study the ceiling. After my most recent checkup with my doctor, we discovered my scent glands were fully regrown. My scent returned to its natural potency. An unexpected side effect of their removal is inconsistent, sporadic heat flares. The glands need more time to balance out with the hormones in my body, leading to moodiness and periods of extreme horniness.
Both of which are a pain in my ass.
