Page 50 of The Beta: Part Two
I belong to Talia. I have belonged to her since that first night in my bedroom when I got on my knees at her feet and told her what I needed from her. I explained that there would be times when I would need her the way any othernormalalpha would need her, but I would need her to take control when it was just us alone. She never made me feel abnormal, she just gave me what I needed.
The dynamic of her relationship with me has never left my bedroom. Not even a hint of it. Outside of our bedroom she is my beta. She does what I ask, she follows my lead, she treats me like the alpha I am, but there are small things she does, or did, that have a way of reminding me of my place on my knees. A strategically placed touch, a phrase or word that only has meaning for us, sprinkled throughout the day. She gives me what I need without anyone being the wiser.
She's been away for so long, I'm anxious that she will have changed her mind. Especially now that she's awakened as an omega. Omega's are naturally subservient to their alphas. I only want Talia to submit to me if I'm trying to protect her. She didn't seem very inclined to submit to any of the other alphas who now claim her as their own, even Corso, and he physically claimed her. Hopefully that bodes well for my relationship with her.
I don't mind cleaning up the mess Alex left in the kitchen after he had two more of those ridiculous sandwiches. I didn't care for them to begin with, but now I guess I'm addicted to them as much as the others. Who would have thought a bunch of marshmallow goo and spicy pickles would have such a big impact on our pack. Eating those things feels like home, no matter the potential for cavities.
The climb up the staircase on the way to Talia's room feels less oppressive than it has in three years. We kept her door shut for as long as we could to try to hang onto her scent as long as possible. I don't think she had, or has, any idea how much the three of us care for her. I'd like to think that if she'd known she would have stayed. None of us cared that she was registered as a beta. It didn't matter. Corso held firm to the idea all along that she was an omega, and he was right. Now she's ours.
Finally.
Talia will sleep in a bed two doors down from my own room. She will be at the table with me every morning. I will get to kiss her goodnight every night for the rest of my life. And I have Jasper to thank for it. Corso sent a field's worth of flowers when he got the call to help Talia through her first heat if she needed him. He sent that as well as weapons for both her and Jasper. He was on pins and needles waiting for that call.
Corso is an amazing alpha, much like his father, and his grandfather before him. Corso wanted Talia so badly, he was ecstatic when Jasper called for aid. We were running to the truck when he stopped me and Alex before either of us touched the handles on the doors. He wanted to make triple sure that it wouldn't hurt our pack for him to be the only one of us to help care for her. He didn't have any reason to worry, we were happy to keep watch over them. None of us spoke aloud our hope that this wouldn’t be a one-time occurrence. I can't believe she's ours. Mine. My mind keeps picturing her nest after her heat, and the place where she wove my shirt into it. My heart clenched so hard when I found out that's why Jasper had asked for our shirts. I had to walk away from the others for a moment to collect myself. I have only cried three times in my adult life, and that was one of them.
Talia isn't in her bedroom. I'm about to go on a little hunt for her when I pick up the sound of a purr coming from Corso's room down the hall. I'm not even a little disappointed. I'm just surprised it has taken this long for them to come together again after he marked her, regardless of the circumstances. I am genuinely glad she's with Corso right now; but I still need to see her. I need to see her in his bed to further cement the fact that she's really ours.
I knock softly on the door frame. Corso never shuts his bedroom door. I walk in and there she is, draped over him, naked and sleeping soundly. The scent of them is strong in the room, and I have a pretty view of where he's still held inside of her. He motions me over and says quietly through his purr, “rest with us. Like we used to.”
My eyes close, and I couldn't stop my smile if I wanted to. You'd never guess it about us from an outsider's point of view, but our pack enjoys a nice pile-on; especially if it comes with a nap. All of us love a good nap, Alex in particular. It was nothing for all of us to cuddle around Talia for an afternoon or a whole night. I slept so well those nights.
I slide onto the bed beside them, not caring about Corso's lack of clothing. It isn't sexual or awkward for us, it really is a non-issue. I don't exactly cuddle against them, but I do position myself in such a way that I'm able to touch Talia's thigh and calf. I don't intend to actually sleep, I just want to be near her and with them.
We stay like that, quietly resting until Talia lets out a little whine of displeasure. I have never heard her make a sound like that, almost like she's pouting. Talia does not pout. That was before, though. Now that she's officially an omega there are bound to be some differences. The scent of her slick and Corso's release is suddenly much more intense than it was when I first came into the room. He must have slipped out of her, and she must not like that at all.
“Ungh, I was sleeping so well,” she laments, “I never thought I'd be able to do that. I read about it in training. I even saw Jasper do it, but I assumed it was one of those things the omega books gush about that really doesn't happen.”
Corso chuckles, “you can fall asleep with me inside you every night if you want, bella.” He's sadly mistaken if he thinks there won't be a fucking line for that. We're all going to have to work around Jasper's obvious priority status as it is.
“Don't tempt me,” she says, sounding just a little grumpy. It's one of the most adorable things I've ever heard or seen. Talia doesn't pout, and she doesn't do grumpy. But here she is, doing both because she was woken up by the lack of cock inside of her. The shredded state of Corso, Trent, and Nathan when they came out of the rut Talia's heat induced makes perfect sense now. Talia was a force as a beta, but she might just be an even bigger handful as an omega.
She rolls off of Corso and directly into me. I pull her into me so hard that she actually squeaks. I haven't touched her more than in passing since we got her back, and I need to hold her. She's so completely perfect.
“Hi,” I whisper, and tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
“Hi,” she responds with a little smile. She reaches up and tugs on my earlobe.
That was one of the ways she touched me before to let me know that she was with me, that she would take care of me. I bury my face into her neck and just breathe her in. Finally, she's home. For good.
Corso stands up and bends down to grab his pants off the floor. “I hate breaking up a good nap, but I have a few calls to make. Take care of our omega,” he tells me with a wink, and leaves us in his bed.
“Want to take a shower with me?” she asks.
I nod.
What kind of idiot would say no to that offer? I'm up off the bed and bending down to scoop her up when her phone dings. She stretches across the bed to get her phone off the nightstand. The way her eyes light up when she sees the text tells me it's Jasper who sent it.
“Come here,” she says, patting the bed next to her.
I sit as she taps out her reply.
“It's Jasper,” she tells me, “he wants me to send him a picture.”
She holds her phone out so I can see the screen, and I smirk.
Jasper's text saysSend nudes
It's comical, and something Alex would send. The working idea of Jasper I have in my head has changed so many times in the past couple weeks. He has gone from a spoiled brat, to a man doing anything he can to help his love, to a lovesick teenager, and now to what would be a creep if I didn't know better. I have every intention of asking her for pictures myself, so I can't blame him for asking for them.
