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I pretended not to hear my alpha. "You're only going to hurt yourself. Remember how you felt when our beta left?"
"Our beta wasn't worth shit compared to this omega. But I'd gladly suffer any of the pain over again to have some happiness with her here."
"Am I not enough?" It's the question I've asked before, but the answer was so sensitive it could change easily.
"You are more than enough. Too much in fact. But there is no cap on love, no limit, alpha... if you are determined not to feel, that is on you. Me? I want to feel it all. Every last bit because what if we never get the chance again?"
Bran walked by us, his voice quiet so that the bustling omega that was preparing our meal couldn't hear. "I respect you, alpha, but I'm with Leo on this."
I hated that suddenly there was a divide when we normally were so strong together. With annoyance, my chest rumbled before I bit out. "Fine."
Leo's eyes looked me up and down, and I knew what the heat in his irises meant, but instead he cleared his throat. "Go get cleaned up. Dinner is almost ready."
Then they walked by me, dismissing me, their alpha, and I did not like this feeling. My mind filtered through all the ways I'd pay them back, all the things I'd make them do on their knees, all the bruises I'd leave on their bodies in the throes of pleasure tonight for this dismissal.
It took me a few moments to gather myself before I stepped forward, walking past my family and the omega, to exit the room. But even though I left, I could still hear them, still listen to the chatter and the laughter that I was on the outside of. I could still feel the jealousy I tried to hide each time they touched her, talked to her with such an ease I doubt I'd ever be privy to. And worse, the longing I felt to be a part of it, to be included,to be wanted by the omega as much as my alpha craved her, didn't seem to dissipate. If anything, as each day passed, it got worse. The want got worse. The denial became harder, nearly impossible.
As I stripped off my clothing and climbed into the shower, my heart pounding with mixed emotions, I couldn't help but wonder, what if I resigned? What if I put forth the effort to win her over, to take what my alpha craved, and kept her? She was paid for, after all. On paper, she was ours. Would it be such a crime for her body and mind to belong to us too?
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
BRAN
It was like night and day. Our alpha left this kitchen with a stormy cloud above him, and when he returned after a hot shower and some time alone, he was different. Not in a bad way. In fact, he returned to us far more enjoyable than he'd been in months. The change in attitude left us scratching our heads, but neither Leo nor I wanted to confront him about the change and ruin it.
It wasn't just one night. It dragged on for a week, and then another, and it was a magnificent sight watching the grumpy alpha blossom into something gentler, something kind, something that seemed to genuinely appreciate our omega's company. And the omega? She devoured his affection, loving everything he gave her and returned it in her own way.
"It's like my son is a whole new person," James's mother, Liz, muttered from next to me as she watched her son and the omega cook breakfast together.
Our omega, she loved to cook, and she was good at it too. "I'm telling you. It was the craziest transition. Like when he finally let himself give up the fight, he went all in."
"I for one am happy to see it," my mother, Jane, commented. "It means we are that much closer to grandchildren."
"I've already begun knitting blankets," Leo's mother chimed in.
"We can hear you," James barked. "And I'm sorry if showing our omega kindness is making you uncomfortable."
"Uncomfortable? Oh no, honey, we call this excitement," Liz beamed as she walked into the kitchen for brunch, her hands held wide as she went toward her son, but at the last minute, passed him and went straight for Sophia, wrapping her arms around her and kissing her cheeks.
"Thanks for the hug, Mom," the alpha grumbled, going back to his task.
"When do you think we'll start a family?" his mom asked our omega, who instantly turned white.
"Well- I- I don't-"
"We've not discussed a future with the omega," James's voice was hard and commanding, letting the mothers know that while they are our mothers and we respect them, he is the alpha and won't take their prying. "We are just getting to know each other."
What the alpha didn't say is with each passing day, the omega becomes more of a tempting treat to our senses. She may not realize it, but she is spiraling fast toward a heat, her scent calling to us, begging us to take her, prepare her, show her what our bodies could do to hers. But we don't. We remain respectful, give her space, and at night, when she disappears behind a closed door to her nest, we disappear behind ours and show each other what a day's worth of lust can do to us.
His mother ignored all signs of his command. "But there will be a discussion?"
"Mom," James warned.
"What? It's fine if my son wants to remain childless with his partners. In today's society and with the omega shortage, it's nolonger frowned upon. But I haven't held a baby in so long, and I sure would like to before I die."
"You've got a tendency to lay it on thick, Ma," James put a plate of sausage on the table. "If holding babies is what you want, I'm sure there are plenty we could scrounge up for you to manhandle."
