Page 182 of Carmichael's Omega

I wait until I see the despair leave Nico's eyes a little, replaced by determination. He nods, and I release him.

“Let’s go home,” I order.

I'm sorry, Renee.

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My heart burns. Nico and Bembe are ruined. Renee is dead.Mi mama, mis hermanitas… the Reyes family is nothing, wasted, destroyed. My hands shake as the Jeep rumbles over the hard-packed earth toward home.

Home. Internally I scoff. I glance over at a stone-faced Devel. I have to do this. It’s only right.

When Cassie and Mattie race into my arms, my world rights itself, but it’s fleeting.Chale. I will miss them. I can barely hear their exclamations. Mattie is fussing over my shoulder while Cassie bubbles over in her sweet way.

The lights of thehaciendablur in my vision. I may be crying. I may be exhausted. I can’t do this here. I need privacy to say goodbye. They come with me as I lead them into the desert. Trusting. I take my mates further into the darkness. A thin, pink line is peeking over the horizon. Have they been up all night?Mierda.

I set Cassidy down outside of the 'den' she had found on the run. She looks at it and smiles. I lead them inside, holding tightly, probably too tightly, to their hands.

Standing in the middle of the cave, I take a deep breath and inhale the scent of my mates. "I am not a good male," I say quietly. Both of them make soft noises of dissent. I shake my head abruptly. "No, it is true,sí? I am not from a good pack or even a good family. EvenMamahas a terrible family. My great-uncle was the male in charge of the Diamorte Cartel." I laugh, the odd sound echoing crazily off of the stone walls. I cut off the noise and take another deep breath. "Leilani ismi prima,and you know what happened to her. Bembe… I found him. He fucks pups. He is a pup, and they… he… Renee has killed herself.IChale!”

“Carm…” Cassie is trying to soothe me, kissing my face, loving me. Mattie is crying, his face buried in my shoulder. The bond rolls over me. Their soothing omega voices a balm to my soul. My alpha wolf paces, snarling, howling. He and I will be driven mad by losing our mates.

“I... I don't deserve you, either of you." I shake my head, my wolf howling inside my mind. “I have to give you up,sí? You will go back to ClearHowl with your uncle. You will be happy."

The bond lashes at me like a silver whip. I bite my lip to hold back my cries of agony. “It will be alright,” I whisper, blinded by the pain. “You have not Marked me, sí?You will be alright.”

"We will be," Mattie says quietly, "because we're not leaving you or this pack. That’s ridiculous."

"We love you," Cassidy continues for her twin, "and the pack. Everything will be better now. We’ll heal, Carmichael."

"Sí," I whisper. Tears start dripping down my cheeks. I suck in a breath, trying to control it. I sway on my feet, dizzy and exhausted. Hands are on my shoulders, pushing, coaxing until I fall to my knees, then my back.

My arms fill with soft omegas. "You make it better," I tell them. “You can’t… this pack will destroy you. I won’t let that happen. You have to go home.”

Lips feather across mine, across my collarbone, lower. My clothes are stripped, laid on the floor. Blindly, frustrated from my weak tears, I move where my mates want me to go and lay back down on our discarded clothes.

"Don't want you to be cold," I mutter to them.

"We won't be," Mattie says with quiet determination.

Hands are on me again; bare skin flush to bare skin. My senses fill with the sounds, the feel, the smell, of my mates whispering soft avowals of love to me.

A mouth wraps around my dick. My groan splits the air, tears forgotten. I reach for my mates, but they're sly little things. "Naught omegas," I slur sleepily. I blink, and all I see are two angels bathed in golden morning light streaming in from the mouth of the cave.

Soft giggles, hands caressing me. Two mouths are on me. I feel my balls tighten. "Won't last long," I murmur.

"Come for us, Alpha," one of them purrs. I can't even tell who is speaking, who is touching me where. It doesn't matter, not really. They are both mine in this moment. One last time.

Tiny teeth sink into me on either side of my neck. The feeling is indescribable. My wolf screams his howl of triumph, and I don't know if it's in my head or not.

Omegas never Mark their mates.

The bond snaps into place, more potent than I could have ever imagined. I writhe in pain-tinged pleasure. My alpha-wolf screams and howls, frothing at the pure power racing through our veins. The world comes into sharp focus. Every dust-mote dancing through the air, every speck of dirt, every flicker of movement, is sharpened and magnified. We are no longer ourselves. We are something more. Strong. Unstoppable. We are keeping our naughty little omegas.

I am truly Blessed beyond my wildest dreams.

I cum, groaning, and let darkness eclipse the dawn with my arms locked tightly around my mates.

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