Page 101 of Pack of Crooks
I roll my eyes. “Either way, I think we should go, yeah?”
The guys refuse to let me carry any boxes, and Lottie, while mostly back to her normal self, sticks close to my side. She thinks I don’t notice her watching for signs that I might collapse at any second, but with the guys here, I feel more secure. It’ll be nice to see the new space I get to build my nest in though.
Anything is better than that crappy closet.
Lottie all but forgets about my fainting episode when the guys give her a tour and stop outside of her new room. Her eyes were wide already, but now they practically bug out of her head.
The walls are painted a soft gray, and the king sized bed has a light purple comforter that has dark purple stitches that curve in intricate designs. There’s a new desk and laptop, her own bathroom, and a walk in closet. That’s where we lose her.
“Leave me here to die,” she whispers, sinking to the floor in front of a floor to ceiling shoe rack.
Laughing, Ezra glances at the rest of us. “We’ll give you a moment, Lottie. We’ll be upstairs if you need us.”
“Trust me,” she says with a big smile. “I’ll be fine.”
Chest warm and heart full, I follow the guys upstairs, nerves fluttering in my belly when they pause in front of a door and look at me. “The suspense is killing me,” I tell them.
“Kill took the time to design and decorate, but if you don’t like it, we can change it,” Maddox says.
“She’ll like it,” Kill says with a smirk.
“That’s for her to decide,” Ezra reminds him, grabbing his hand and squeezing.
Seeing my beta comfort my alpha nearly makes my heart burst. What the hell did I do to deserve this? I hesitantly step toward the door, reaching for it, pausing like there might be a fire behind the door and the knob will sear into my skin. I open the door and the men hold their breaths.
Angels sing. A burst of golden light washes over my face, and the gates of heaven open to welcome me. Kidding, but hooooooly shit. Now this is a nest. Staring, I stand with my jaw open and take it in. Take itallin. “This is mine?” I whisper.
“It’s yours,” Maddox confirms.
A lump forms in my throat, and I blink back tears, glancing at the guys, face pinching in confusion. “This is too much.”
They all shake their heads in disagreement.
“This isn’t enough,” Kill offers. “I thought about blowing out the wall and taking the office, but we didn’t have time. Sorry it’s not bigger.”
“Are you kidding me?” I glance back into the room. “This is huge. This is. . . perfect.”
“Do you want to go in?” Ezra coaxes.
I slip off my shoes and take the first step inside the nest, sighing as a plush rug greets my feet. The walls are painted Essex green. Paired with the black curtains covering the windows, the room is dark and soothing. Moody lights, tiny little bulbs that glow almost amber, line the ceiling. A California King, or maybe bigger, mattress and supporting box springs rest directly on the rug that runs the length of the room. A bedframe would only break. The bed itself is surrounded by dark, sheer pieces of fabric with twinkle lights that hang from a circular frame above it. There have to be at least three dozen pillows. All different shapes and sizes.
I wrench my gaze away from the bed and quickly take in the rest of the room on my way toward it. Two wooden shelves on the far side of the room. Stocked with towels, water, snacks, electrolyte drinks, new sheets. More pillows. Massage oil. Sex toys. Everything an omega needs for her heat and more.
“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit,” I murmur to myself, carefully crawling on the bed. The mattress dips and hugs my body. Not too soft, and not too firm. A perfect, comfortable hug. I fall back, staring up at the scatter of twinkle lights that spread out like veins within the sheer bed curtains and release a dreamy sigh. “Am I dead?”
The bed shifts. “Not dead,” Kill says, plopping down beside me. “Do you like it?”
I roll my neck to look at him, a goofy smile tugging at my lips. “Killian Lennox. Ilovemy nest.”
His smile steals my breath and for a moment, all I can do is stare at him. He’s so beautiful in a fatal attraction sort of way. These guys aren’t saints. They’re the type of men most omegas are warned away from, but to me, they’re perfect. Everything I’ve ever wanted.
Glancing at Maddox and Ezra, I reach for them, and they come, climbing on the bed as well and we all lie there, a tangle of limbs and peace. I’m floating. Flying. Soaring above the clouds. This is perfect in every way. They’re perfect in every way.
“Thank you,” I whisper again, linking my hand with Killian’s and Maddox’s, locking gazes with Ezra who’s resting his head on Kill’s chest. “Seriously. Thank you.”
Ezra smiles. “You deserve it, Hazel.”
I bite my cheek to keep from blurting that I don’t, and breathe in the intoxicating mix of their scents. This pack is really mine? Oh shit. This pack is really mine! “Wait, does this mean you guys will mark me?”
