Page 43 of Frenzy
She nodded, her big blue eyes a little too shiny. “And what is it you want now?”
I squeezed her tightly, soaking in her warmth and her softness like it could chase away all the barbs and sharp edges of my past. “This. This is what I want, right here.” I looked at Pryce. “With you both, if I can, but there's no pressure. I think I’d like you to be happy more than I want to hoard you for myself.”
We were silent again, and I’d wondered if I’d ruined the moment with my big mouth once more, but Bonnie only held me tighter. I breathed her in like she was a balm to heal everything, to heal all of us, which was a lot of pressure to put on a single Beta. She wasn’t responsible for fixing any of us, but if anyone could, it would be her.
After about ten minutes, I felt Pryce’s strong fingers come up to tentatively grip mine where they rested on Bonnie’s hip, and I tried to suppress the massive grin that threatened to crack my face in half. Instead, I twisted his fingers in mine and continued to watch the guy fool them all and tunnel his way out of prison.
“It’s funny, don’t you think?” Bonnie said a little sleepily.
I dragged my nose up over her cheek, like I could just breathe her into my lungs forever and be happy. “What’s funny?”
“That we were kinda just dumped like we didn’t mean anything.” She said it lightly, but there was pain in her voice.
“They don’t matter. Want me to eat them?”
She laughed and shoved at my head. “No, dumbass. I just think it's funny how the three of us have that in common. Not that I am comparing my experience to yours, Pryce.”
Pryce looked up at us from his pillow. “My parents loved me. They just thought they were doing something good for me. That I was being taken to go to a good school, somewhere where I wouldn’t be living in a cave and eating dirt, you know?”
Fuck, that was rough. They’d been so fucking epically wrong, even if their hearts had been in the right place. “Do you want to find them?”
Pryce shook his head. “No. I barely remember them now, or where I lived before, and if they knew? No one should have that on their conscience. Better they think that I got a good education, found a nice girl and had a bunch of kids.”
I squeezed his hand. I once again wanted to go back in time, tell Courtland that he needed to take Pryce with him that day, no matter what. But there was nothing I could do about that now; I could only ensure his future was better.
“Well, Omega, you’re halfway there, right? You have your head right next to the breasts of a very nice girl, you have two kids that are absolutely gorgeous—all that's left is a good education and finding what you want to do in life.”
Bonnie let out a small laugh, but she ran her fingers through his dark hair. “No pressure, Pryce. You do whatever you want to do, and we’ll be here to support you when you work it out.”
With that, we went back to watching the movie.
We must have all fallen asleep at some point, because when I woke up next, it was a mess of limbs. Bonnie’s cheek was stuck to my chest, and Pryce was spread out like a starfish, with his leg flung over the both of us.
Trying to figure out what’d woken me up, I searched the shadows of the room, and my heart thudded out of my chest when I saw a dark figure standing in the corner. But then all my senses came back online and I realized it was Courtland.
“Have fun?” I teased softly, and was rewarded with a flash of teeth in the moonlight.
“He is something special, that is for sure.”
Bonnie frowned, like she could hear his voice but was too deeply asleep to differentiate a dream from reality.
I stroked her hair softly, smiling at Pryce’s soft snores. “It’s time, Courtland. Make them Pack or cut them loose. They aren’t the only ones catching feelings.” Let him think I meant him and not me.
“I know. I will.” With that, he snuck back out of the room, and I pulled both Bonnie and Pryce closer to me, even though they were basically plastered to me as it was.
This was perfect, and I never wanted to give it up.
25
Bonnie
Dragging myself out of bed on Monday was harder than normal. It wasn’t just because I was curled around Radic, or because at some point in the night Pryce had slipped into my bed and quite frankly snored like a freight train.
I think I was just actually exhausted.
I tried to twist my way out of the tangle of limbs without waking either of them, but when Radic’s arm snaked out to pull me against his chest, I just sighed and went with it. Snuggling into his arms was always like going home. That warm, calming feeling that let you know you were exactly where you were supposed to be.
He nuzzled my neck. “Morning, baby.”
