Page 107 of Begrudgingly Yours
“I’m just glad we finally have our own space,” I mumble, looking out the window so they don’t see the vulnerable way I feel about it.
When Dax said he got the townhouse, he really meant hegotthe townhouse. We were practically moving all of our stuff in the next day because the previous owners had already moved to their new home. If it were up to the guys, we would have been moved in by the end of opening weekend, but I wasexhaustedfrom multiple shows in a row and could not pack to save my life.
Now that it’s been a few weeks and it’s almost Christmas time (and my birthday), I’m finally ready to be fully settled into my dream home.
When we pull up, however, there seems to be a commotion.
Opal stands outside with her cell phone to her ear, practically tugging her hair out. Almost everything from inside the house is out in the front yard, and my senses are up before we’ve even gotten out of the car.
When Opal sees us, she seems to let out a breath of relief as she rushes to the car. “Rory, thank god.”
“What the fuck is going on?” my prime asks, taking the words right from my mouth.
“We’re being kicked out. The landlord claims that they need to fumigate because they found termites underneath the house.”
My skin crawls at the thought of that. I look around and see the last couple boxes of mine sitting a few feet away. Thank god I went ahead and packed up the rest of my stuff.
But then I look at the rest of the yard, at Opal’s things sprung about carelessly. Her lip wobbles at the sight of it, and I feel my heart break for her as her personal belongings are thrown out like trash.
Someone comes out and puts down a box hard enough that something falls out of it. “Fucking watch it,” she barks at them, and it’s the most powerful I’ve ever heard her. She walks up to the item and picks it up, and I realize it’s a crocheted apple that she must have made for herself. She cradles it in her arms and dusts off the dirt.
“This is fucking insane,” Jett says beside me, who’s just as stunned as me. I look at him and nudge my head toward the house. It doesn’t take him long to realize what I’m asking. “Guys, come help me get the rest of Opal’s things.”
My other alphas follow him without any hesitation. The willingness that they have to help my friend is so wonderful, that it almost makes me tear up. These aremymen.
Have I mentioned that my omega is a fuckingsap?
Opal starts to protest, but I pull her attention back to me. “Opal, do you have anywhere to go?”
She flinches, tears gleaming in her eyes, so I continue. “You can stay with us. It’s a new house. Our scents haven’t fully integrated yet.”
“No,” she says immediately. “I mean, I really appreciate the offer, but you’re newly bonded. That would be a recipe for disaster when it comes to our friendship. Your omega needs her space right now, with only your alphas.”
I know she’s right, but it still sits weird with me. “But I’d rather us risk that than the alternative. I need you to be safe.”
She nods. “I know, but I value our friendship. I’ll find somewhere else to go, somewhere…” She trails off, like she’s thinking, and then she pinches the bridge of her nose.
“Opal.” I put my hand on her arm, trying to find a way to ground her. “Are you ok?—”
“I need to get my medication,” she says abruptly.
“Medication?” I ask. I didn’t know she took any kind of medication. “Do you mean your blockers?”
She looks up at me, startled, like she wasn’t aware she said that out loud. “Yes. My blockers. I need to make sure I have them.” And then she marches off into the house like nothing happened, leaving me confused and alone as I wait for the guys to get the rest of our stuff.
I look up at the building that I’ve called my home for the past few years. It’s quaint, but it was comfortable. For Stacia, for me, and then for Opal. It’s an omega’s paradise. Small, soft, and easily rentable.
I’m going to miss it, but this feels like the start of the rest of my life. This house was my sanctuary for a time, but now I have a new one and it isn’t a place. It’s a feeling, with my three alphas. No matter where we go, I’ll always know I’m exactly where I need to be.
FIFTY
“What are we doing tonight?” Jett asks.
I look up from the pile of clothes we’re folding and raise a brow. “What do you mean?”
He smirks at me, with that stupid sexy smirk, like he knew I was going to react that way. “It’s your birthday. Did you already have plans with Stacia or can we go ahead and do what we planned?”
I gape at him as he just continues to fold my flannels into neat squares, completely unbothered.
