Chapter 29
CAELIA
I’m in my favorite new place in the entire world. The sensory swing that my alphas installed in my nest is incredible. It drowns out the world, and with my earbuds in, I can get lost in my sketch pad.
The last four days have been everything I could ever dream of and more. Harold Livingston practically gushed in his excitement when we spoke, and I will start working for him next week. He offered to send me all of the materials I’ll need, and said he wants black and white as well as color prints.
Outside of that, I’ve been hanging out with the guys while they’re home, and enjoying them before they have to go back on the road.
Santo told me he renegotiated his contract so that he can stay with me while Miles and Levon work.
I’ve been trying not to dread the away games, but this development definitely helps.
My best artwork is done with people. It always has been, and I’m currently practicing my drawing of women. I have a photo of Addie on my phone while she talks passionately about something. Her pink hair is up in a messy bun, her dress perfectly matching her bubbly personality.
This was taken on Valentine’s Day, and I want to surprise her with a drawing for her birthday. Drawing is also helping me to quiet my thoughts, which is a hundred times better than therapy.
I’m dressed and ready to go for the hockey game tonight, I’m just killing time. I’m used to having one of my alphas with me at all times, but I should be fine with Addie. Santo has to help cover the shortage the team is having due to a stomach bug that’s hitting some of the staff.
He feels badly that he won’t be able to sit with me, but I insisted I’ll be fine.
My colored pencils are in my lap as I hang in my swing, and I get lost drawing and shading. I couldn’t possibly draw Addie in gray pencil. She needs the full range of colors to come to life on the page.
Some might ask why I wouldn’t just draw myself to practice with, but I have never drawn myself. I don’t know why, it simply feels odd to do it. I’d much rather use other models.
A text pops up on my phone as I listen to Angelic Demons, who were incredible in concert. I still can’t believe that Miles won four tickets to see them. My heart feels like it may explode with all of the good things that have been happening.
Miles
Knock, knock. It’s time for dinner before we leave.
My stomach chooses this moment to yowl in anger, making me grin.
Well, I guess that’s definitely a sign that I need to eat.
Pulling out my earbuds, I put them away and poke my head out of my swing.
The only reason I have great light in the dimness of my nest is because Levon found a cool clip-on light for me.
It’s just the right amount of light, and I can change it with a simple click.
“Hi,” I say, seeing Miles. They’ve realized that I tend to zone out, so we agreed that I’d keep my phone in the swing with me. This way, they can talk to me without me freaking out because I didn’t hear them if they touched me to get my attention.
“Hand me the goods,” he teases me, moving closer with his hands out.
Putting my colored pencils in their container, I give him the art supply stash that I have in my swing. He puts them away while I slide out, feeling more relaxed than when I went in. Snagging my combat boots at the entrance of my nest, I pull them on and zip them.
“You look happy,” he murmurs, lifting his arm so I can slide underneath it.
“I am,” I admit, walking with him. “Things feel really good, and I’m so grateful that Mr. Livingston is such an enthusiastic supporter of the arts. I’ve been trying to figure out my next move and it’s been stressful.”
“You’re so independent, I’m not at all surprised that you’ve been kicking around possible options," Miles says. “This art commission will keep you busy.”
“My dad told me it’ll keep me out of trouble,” I snort.
“I doubt that you’ve ever been the type to get into trouble,” Miles chuckles. “Other than the pot.”
“It’s occasional,” I grin. “I tend to overthink on a good day. Sometimes binge watching Dawson’s Creek and eating junk food is the best way to spend a day.”
“Noted,” he murmurs, holding my hand as we get to the bottom of the stairs. “Santo made a salad, steak tacos, and fresh salsa. Levon is starving, and threatening to start without you.”
“I did not!” Levon yells from the kitchen.
It’s definitely never boring around here.
“I hope you’ve left some for me,” I tease, walking into the room. There’s a full spread of food on the island, and I sigh happily as I climb onto one of the bar stools. Miles bought new ones that are comfortable and cushioned.
“Very funny,” Levon says, kissing the crown of my head as he fills my water. It’s cozy and domestic, and I love that he and Santo live here full time.
He even found another condo in his building that he wants to buy to rent out. These places are huge, and will work well for people living here that don’t want to buy property.
“This looks really good,” I admit, loading up my plate.
My alphas surround me as we eat, and Levon and Miles talk idly about the game tonight. The other night, Miles had me break down any and all things that the team needs to work on. Levon couldn’t help himself by the end and ate me out until I screamed.
He kept mumbling how sexy my brain was while Miles tried to get me to continue the conversation. Santo couldn’t stop grinning, and flipped me over once Levon was done to fuck me into the mattress.
I really love my life. Zero complaints.
“What are you thinking about?” Santo asks, smirking as he watches me take a sip of water.
“How happy I am,” I laugh. “Also, I was thinking about last night and how hard it is to think when Levon is turning my brain into mush.”
“That’s what I thought you were thinking about,” he grins.
Miles’ nostrils flare, making me realize that I’m perfuming.
“You smell fucking delicious,” he groans.
Blushing furiously, I squeeze my thighs together.
I’m wearing a pair of leggings with slits all up the front, a cropped band tee repping the Angelic Demons, and a crimson lace long sleeved shirt to keep me warm tonight.
The lace is also a nod to the team colors, and I’m wearing white ribbons in my space buns.
This is as close as I get to fan girling at a hockey game.
“Maybe I need thicker panties if you can smell me,” I grumble.
“Are you wearing the descenting ones?” Levon asks.
“Yes, but the three of you are panty ruiners,” I grumble. “Being an omega is a messy business.”
“But it’s fun for me when I get to—”
“Levon!” Miles complains, smacking him upside the head. “No turning on our omega. Play fair.”
Grinning, I enjoy the rest of my food before sighing happily.
“Full?” Santo asks, picking up the plates to start doing dishes.
“You cooked, I’ll do those,” Miles says, cutting Santo off as I nod.
“I need to check in with Addie to see if she’s meeting us at the stadium or here,” I say, pulling out my phone. I’m glad there’s a hidden pocket in these leggings, but I need to go upstairs and grab my little messenger bag.
Addie
I have to run an errand, but I’m excited for tonight! I have to meet you there. Is that okay?
“She says she needs to meet me at the stadium. Where can she pick up her ticket?” I ask, flicking my gaze up to Miles.
“Will Call,” Levon says, his voice drawing my attention. “I gotta get to the stadium to stretch. I’ll see you out there.”
My typical seat for games can vary, but tonight I’ll be behind the glass toward the front. It’ll allow me a more direct route out as well. If anything tells me that my alphas are worried about my safety, it’s that. I somehow manage to find all the assholes when I’m out, both female and male.
“Awesome, thanks. Love you!” I say, bringing him back to kiss me hard.
“Ugh, I already miss you,” he complains.
“Let’s go, Romeo,” Santo says, smirking. “You’ll see her after the game.”
“Go kick ass,” I tell him, living for the way they both look at me.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” Levon mumbles, forcing himself to step back.
“Nope, do not get her turned on,” Miles says. “Go away.”
Santo snorts as he drags Levon away, and I sigh as I text Addie back about where to get her ticket.
“I’m going to change real quick, and then we’ll go,” Miles says. “I hate the monkey suit, but I can’t have the guys looking better than me.”
My lips twitch in amusement because while Levon left the house with his suit in its bag, he was actually wearing his sweatpants and a long-sleeved t-shirt. I think Miles just likes it when he makes me drool over him.
While he’s changing, I pop into my closet and grab my messenger bag, biting my lip as I watch him pull on his shirt. Not for nothing, but all of his muscles and slight spattering of chest hair is definitely enough to make my mouth water.
I’m so fucking happy that my alphas are all mine. The bonds are complete, the bites are healed, and there’s also a ring on my finger that screams “mine.”
“You’re growling, baby,” Miles grins, his fingers deftly hiding his body away from me. “Oh my god, that pout. That’s some heavy artillery you’re pulling out on me, Caelia.”
“Oh shit,” I gasp, realizing that I don’t have my stun gun on me. “Speaking of weapons, do you think I’ll be able to get my stun gun through security?”
“In your boot, yes I think that’ll be fine,” Miles says, pulling on his suit jacket. “How do I look?”
I’m tucking my weapon in my boot in its secret compartment as I glance up, sighing as I take him in.
“You look amazing,” I admit, zipping up my boot as I stand.
“You have a little something right here,” he teases me, coming closer to rub his thumb over the corner of my mouth.
“That’s—”
I don’t have a chance to tease him back because he leans over and kisses me, pulling my breath from my lungs as I cling to his arms. A moan slips out of me, and he rubs his cheek against mine to scent mark me.
“I love you, Caelia,” he murmurs. “Are you ready?”