Chapter 28
Frost
Robin and I can’t take our eyes off Noelle as she sleeps soundly. The door to the basement clicks open, and then Shepard appears, carrying a bundle of blankets and pillows and a huge bag of candy.
He's just placing them down on the sideboard when Snowball starts making himself comfortable, kneading his claws into a fleece blanket.
“Hey! Those are not for you.”
Shepard pries the cat off the blanket, and the creature yowls in protest, getting his claws stuck like Velcro tape.
Once he rips the cat free, the Alpha places him down on a chair. “There. Make yourself at home. Honestly, I don’t even know how you got in here.”
The cat narrows his eyes at the Alpha, making biscuits on the chair cushion now as he purrs loudly for our benefit.
There’s not a speck of dirt on the cat whatsoever, his spotted white coat gleaming, so he couldn’t have climbed down through the flue of the chimney.
How the hell he got in truly is a mystery.
Now, Shepard steps toward the sleeping Omega, a smile taking over his face. “Damn. I take it one of you knotted her. I’m sorry I missed it.”
Robin smiles, brushing aside one of Noelle’s red curls. “But you were there for her grandmother. It’s what Noelle would have wanted. Did you make sure she got a front-row seat for the fireworks?”
The Alpha grins broadly. “Sure did. I even stayed behind to film a video of her reaction for Noelle.”
A smirk crosses my face as I stare down at the Omega. I sort of had a front-row seat to a different kind of fireworks, and I wish someone had been there to record that moment, too.
Because it's a moment that will be imprinted on my mind forever.
“What are you smirking about?” Shepard asks me.
I shake my head, running my fingers through my unruly hair. “Doesn’t matter.”
My erection hasn’t gone down since I watched my brother fuck our Omega.
The Omega wakes, sniffing like a mole sticking its nose out of its hole as she keeps her eyes closed. “I smell candy.”
Damn, she has a good sense of smell. Most likely heightened by her heat.
Shepard grabs the bag, dropping it by her side, and now we all watch her stuff her face like a hamster.
When she’s had her fill, we bring over the blankets and cocoon her in several layers. We even grab some pillows to ensure she’s extra comfortable.
Her temperature has gone down considerably. But when she starts climbing Shepard like he’s a tree, we soon get the message.
She doesn’t want to sleep anymore.
Once again, I take to the shadows as I watch my brothers pleasure our Omega. Or ex Omega…
It's hard to tell these days, but one thing is for certain. Noelle is ours and always will be… Even if she does decide to go back to New York after all this.
Her phone is on the side table next to me, and when a text comes through, I see something that awakens a deep, primal part of me.
Another male messaging her…
A growl rumbles inside me.
Now I’m a mixture of angry and turned on as I glare at the phone. Who is he? And why is he texting our Omega and making New Year plans with her?
Strange. I never once caught the scent of another Alpha on her since she got back, and whoever he is, he can’t be all that important.
Even his face makes me want to punch him…. And that expensive haircut.
Must be some rich asshole. Just like the one our mom left us for, and I white-knuckle the arms of the chair.
All I can see is red now as I glare at the smug prick’s photograph.
Noelle groans on the bed as Shepard kisses her neck. Neither one of them has entered her yet as they worship every inch of her skin, and I’m half tempted to take a picture of them on my phone so I can send it to this asshole.
But I don’t. Because in the end, I want to win her back the right way. Whether she chooses to return to New York and spend the New Year with this dick, then who am I to get in her way?
Still, it’s my mom’s face I see when I grab her phone to send a message.
I refuse to let history repeat itself.
Unsurprisingly, I know her password right away. It’s the date we all met in kindergarten.
I place her phone down discreetly after clicking send, then look at Noelle. My heart jumps to my throat, beating throughout my body.
Noelle’s eyes are pinned on me, half-closed and filled with lust. I don’t think she even processed that I was holding her phone.
Her expression awakens my Alpha, and now he springs into action, ready to strike.
Her hand reaches out for me, and I guess that is my cue.
Still, I hold back.
While my Alpha wants to run to her side and find that sweet spot behind her ear that she always liked, I stay back.
Ten whole years… and I was a real jerk to her. The worst.
Do I deserve to be at her side during her heat? But when she opens her mouth, I freeze. “Frost.”