Chapter 56 Mirabelle
Mirabelle
“Your Mom!” I gasp, launching myself from the blanket cocoon of our new packbed into Rowan’s lap to shake his shoulders. “She’s alive? And we’re meeting her soon for dinner?”
“That’s not all,” Rowan says, wincing a little from the volume of my screeching.
“Not all? What more can there be!” I say, turning to the other guys who are all lounging lazily, watching me with fond smiles.
Our new place is perfect.
Absolutely, wonderfully, amazingly perfect.
Reyna said something on her way out of the Omega Center’s medical room, apologizing for how small it is, but this place is huge! Especially when compared to Rowan’s old trailer. It’s got three floors!
The first has our kitchen, living room, and office area for us to do things? I’m not sure what things, just yet, but there’s plenty of space for all of us to spend time together!
The second floor is a massive bedroom for the entire pack and a bathroom and the third floor is a loft room that’s been turned into my nest!
It’s literally a dream come true.
“You guys have to tell me,” I say, glancing between all of them when they all stay silent.
“So, when everything went down, Rowan was actually arrested,” Griffin explains slowly.
“Like a fucking idiot,” Ash adds.
“Not helpful,” Griffin says, rolling his eyes.
“You were arrested?” I gasp. I sure have been doing a lot of gasping. I don’t think that’s entirely my fault, though. Everything has just been so crazy to digest.
“I was,” Rowan nods, reaching out and lacing our hands together. “And I was assigned a criminal defense lawyer.”
“But you’re okay now, right? Reyna promised me that none of you are in trouble!”
“I’m okay now, Sugar, no need to worry,” Rowan reassures, his thumb tracing small circles on the inside of my wrist. “That defense lawyer... he...”
“Just say it, Rowan,” I say, practically dying from the suspense.
“He’s your father, Mirabelle. Your full name is Mirabelle Hollis and you were kidnapped in the riots that happened fifteen years ago.
Apparently, when everything happened and mobs from the Southside started raiding the Northside, there were some mercenary groups who went through kidnapping people.
Kids and young teens that were from families with omega or alpha parents. ”
“O—oh my God,” I say, clutching at the blankets around my shoulders like a lifeline.
“Your mother... Didn’t make it, according to your father. She died trying to keep you from being taken. She loved you a lot,” Rowan murmurs.
Tears trail down my cheeks as I try to swallow past the lump in my throat.
“Wasn’t there a better fucking way to explain this shit?” Ash grumbles, tugging me into his chest.
I bury my face in the crook of his neck, soaking in his charred Sage scent and letting it wash over me.
“It’s fine,” I whisper, trying to wrap my head around the fact that I do have parents. Parents that sound like they loved me a lot. A mother who was willing to die to protect me.
“Sorry, Sugar. I just think it’s important for you to know the whole story of where you came from. And I think it’s best if it came from us.”
“No, you’re right,” I sniffle. “Keep going.”
“The running theory your friend Reyna and her pack have come up with is that you were taken because they thought you had the possibility of presenting as an omega. And you did,” Griffin continues.
“So you were put in that facility where your blood was used to produce the enhancement drugs that were sold on the black market,” Rowan continues.
“So girls were just... kidnapped?”
“Yes,” Rowan nods.
“Not just girls,” Ash drawls, hiking a thumb over his shoulder towards Rage, who stares at me intently.
My eyes widen in understanding.
“They took me too,” Rage murmurs. “When I was a teenager.”
“Because they thought you’d present as an alpha?”
Rage nods, staring down at his hands.
“Kids like Rage were sold to farms like my family’s, and they were forced to become feral and fight.
Their blood was sold to the same pharmaceutical company that produced the enhancement drugs, except the feral alpha blood was used to produce the suppressants sold on the black market,” Rowan continues.
“Stronger and more dominant the feral alpha, the greater the amount and stronger the suppressants they could make,” Griffin adds.
I reach out a trembling hand to Rage, pulling him closer to the makeshift cuddle pile going on in the center of the bed.
“So we—we were both taken,” I say, my heart squeezing in my chest at the thought of all of that happening to a young, teenage Rage.
“I don’t remember it,” Rage shrugs as he shifts closer. “Doctors say... I might never.”
“I don’t remember being kidnapped either,” I say, ducking my head down to meet his gaze. “That doesn’t mean we can’t have feelings about it.”
Rage nods slowly, leaning down and resting his head in my lap. I run my hands through his long hair. I think he’s gotten a haircut recently, the shaggy layers look like they’re intentionally done, but he’s still kept it long. I like it.
“So—so are Reyna and her pack fixing things?”
“Yeah,” Griffin nods. “They have been. They’ve been saving the kidnapped omegas and feral alphas and rehabilitating them. The omega rehabilitation program seems to be doing better, but we’re hoping that we can help out the other feral alphas. Give us a job and something to do.”
“Not that we really need it, the stipends we get are enough to cover anything we might need,” Ash says.
“Stipends?”
“There’s obviously a market for suppressants.
‘Specially with the new influx of omegas who probably won’t be ready for their heats and all that requires for a long ass time,” Ash continues.
“So there’s a program now. Volunteer one.
You get paid pretty damn well, too. But alphas, especially ex-feral ones can donate their blood.
The Omega Center’s in charge of producing the suppressants now. ”
“Wow,” I breathe out. “That—that makes a lot of sense.”
“Yeah, Sugar, so you’ve got nothing to worry about,” Rowan murmurs.
“Except for dinner,” I say, running a hand through my hair. I don’t need to look at myself in the mirror to know I probably need a shower. And a change of clothes. “With your mom.”
“Oh shit,” Rowan winces. “Forgot to mention it’s with your dad too.”
“My dad too?! They’re both coming?” I leap to my feet, immediately heading to the bathroom and moving to take off my sweatshirt.
“Yeah, they’re kinda married now,” Rowan says from the doorway.
I freeze, my sweater tugged halfway over my head as I turn around.
All four of them wait in the doorway, their eyes hungry on me and the bare midriff and slight hint of under boob I’m revealing to them.
“They’re married!” I gasp.
“Bonded, actually,” Rowan nods, his attention firmly not on my face.
“That’s important information!” I groan, fully pulling my sweatshirt over my head and turning towards the really fancy shower.
“Careful, Shortcake, wouldn’t want you to get hurt,” Ash drawls, pressing up against my back as he reaches past me to turn on the shower. “Let me help you in there.”
“Don’t hog her,” Rage growls.
I glance over my shoulder to see him practically tearing off all his clothes to join us.
A furious blush crosses my cheeks when I see that his absolutely massive member is already.... well, massive.
“Lucky the shower’s big enough for all of us, huh?” Griffin teases, a large toothy grin on his face as he strips off his shirt one-handed, tugging it over his head.
“Y—yeah,” I murmur, my eyes bouncing around from all the delicious-looking, hard planes of muscle and smooth flesh.
“This sounds like the perfect distraction to get our minds off of... everything,” Rowan murmurs, appearing at my side.
“Hmmm? Oh, yeah. That.”
Rowan throws his head back, laughing as the steam from the hot shower rises around all of us.
“We’re both seeing our parents again tonight,” I breathe out. “That’s amazing, Rowan.”
“It is,” Rowan says, swallowing hard. “We did it, Sugar. We made it out.”
Any anxiety I was feeling? Disappears down the drain right along with the hot water as Ash plants a hot, wet kiss on my neck.
“You’re ours, Shortcake,” he growls.
“I’m yours,” I breathe out, reaching out towards Rage and Griffin, who step up behind me. “All of yours.”
“You bet that tight ass you’re ours,” Griffin growls into my ear, his chest vibrating.
Rage takes his time, running his hands through my hair and massaging my scalp.
“Oh wow,” I breathe out.
“You saved us,” Rage says, gruffly.
“I think—I think we all saved each other.”
“I think you’re right,” Rowan says, before his lips fall onto mine.