Chapter 15
Nova
The sounds of kids laughing fills my heart. Standing next to Will, I watch with a big smile on my face as the kids run around carefree. Clean, well fed, and happy.
“Look at her.” I laugh as Rica grabs Tyler’s hand, pulling him towards the bouncy castle. The teenage boy doesn’t look too happy about it, but he goes, pleasing his little cousin. He loves her so much. That little girl has him wrapped around her finger. “She’s so happy.”
“All thanks to you,” Will murmurs, wrapping his arm around me. I sigh softly, sinking into his touch. His eggnog and cinnamon scent settles over me like a comforting hug.
Things between me and the guys have slowly become.
.. normal? If you can call it that. For the most part, I hang out with Ian while Will and Nick do club stuff.
I’ve been spending less and less time here.
Not that I don’t like it, it’s just I feel like I’ve been neglecting my needs to put the MC first.
I was determined to get the kids taken care of and for the most part, things have been going well.
They have everything they need and their mothers have been working hard to change.
Most of them lost their fathers, but I don’t think it had a very big impact, at least not on the women.
I highly doubt they played any part in taking care of or raising their children.
Not that their mothers really did much of that before we showed up.
But again, they’re showing they meant what they said, they’re changing. That's what matters.
Well, most of them. Julia has been keeping Rica cared for, but I can tell she’s only doing it because she has to. I don’t see any love in her eyes for her daughter. It’s so damn sad, it breaks my heart.
My eyes find the woman in question. She’s not watching her kid, no, her eyes are on Will and me. She looks jealous, like she wants what I have. It makes my stomach turn and also makes me want to claw her eyes out.
She’s supposed to be seeing these men as her stepsons, but the vibe I’m getting is she wishes she was me. That she was their Omega instead.
Fat fucking chance you crazy bitch. Touch my Alphas and I’ll fucking kill you.
Just to piss her off, I give her a big smile and wave.
She scowls harder before looking away.
“Don’t poke the bear, Little Rabbit,” Will warns.
“Why not?” I pout up at him. “It’s fine. Plus, I hate how she looks at you guys. Like she wants you,” I scoff.
His body stiffens, eyes darting away.
“What was that?”
“Huh?” He looks down at me.
“You reacted to me saying she wanted you guys.”
Will growls. “I don’t give a fuck what she wants. You are my Omega. I don’t want anyone but you, least of all her. She’s a snake, Nova. She might look harmless but she only cares about herself.”
“I believe it.” I look back out at the kids. “This is her child's birthday party and she looks like she’s being forced to get her nails pulled out.”
“Kane should have left Rica in our care. We can raise our little sister better than she can.”
“No arguments from me.”
“You would be okay with that?” he asks, looking down at me with curiosity.
“I mean, yeah. I love Rica, she’s a good kid. I mean, I never wanted kids before but that was because of the life I was living. Now?” I smile. “I don’t know. If it was something you guys wanted, I’d be down to pop a few babies out.”
Will turns to face me, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest.
My heart starts to race and I’m glad I’m wearing scent blocking panties because I am so wet right now from the way his intense green eyes are staring down at me.
My nipples harden into stiff peaks, pussy clenching with need.
Will grips my chin and my breath shudders.
“You have no idea how much I want to see you big and round with my baby,” he growls, and fuck me, I whimper, my knees growing weak.
“To fill you up, mark you as mine, show the world whose Omega you are”
“Will,” I whimper, panting heavily now.
“Would you two put a pin in whatever is about to happen?” Nick steps up to us. “We’re in the middle of a child's birthday party.”
And just like that, it’s like a cold bucket of water being splashed over me.
Will growls at Nick, but the asshole just smirks. “Sorry, Princess.”
“Why do you have to be such a cock blocker?” Will grumbles. “Just because you’re not getting any, doesn’t mean we all have to suffer. Try not being an asshole and maybe she will take pity on you.”
I snort out a laugh at the way Nick’s face drops. “Fuck you,” he hisses, then glares at me. “When’s cake?”
“Really?” I cross my arms. “That's what you're worried about?”
“I was promised cake.” He narrows his eyes at me.
“Fine,” I huff. “I’ll go check on Ian and see if it’s done.”
Ian jumped at the chance to make Rica’s cake. The clubhouse’s kitchen is big and with all new appliances, Ian decided to make it here rather than his bakery in case something happened to it.
Heading into the clubhouse, I take a moment to get myself together. Nick is right, this is a kid’s party. I don’t know what's come over me, but I haven’t felt this needy in, well, ever.
After doing some research, I guess it’s normal for Omegas to feel this way once they are comfortable in a new setting with their mates.
It wasn’t until I met the guys that I realized that while I might be an Omega, I’ve hardly had the chance to really feel like one.
I’m still not sure if I enjoy it or not.
My suppressants are a low dose, but I don’t like the idea of drugs altering my body.
Now that I think about it, this is around the time I would have gone into heat if I wasn’t on them.
Shaking my head, I push that thought aside, for the time being, and move forward.
“Damn, baby.” I whistle as I step into the kitchen. Ian’s head pops up and I giggle at how cute he looks. Flour and icing cover his face and shirt.
“What do you think?” Ian takes a step back. “I think I’m done, but I’m not sure.”
“It looks amazing. I know she’s going to love it.” When Ian asked Rica what she wanted for her cake, Rica said pink. That's all she said. Lots and lots of pink.
Ian delivered, and he went above and beyond. It’s massive, rectangle in size, and is covered in different shades of pink icing. There are also hand crafted fondant cats all over it, playing in what looks like a magical playground covered in pink glitter.
“Is it weird that I’m oddly turned on by how good you are at baking?” I ask, walking around the table slowly, taking in every detail.
Ian grabs me by the waist and pulls me into him. “Mhhm,” he hums, tucking his face into my neck. “Not at all. Is it weird that I want to bend you over this counter and show you just how good my cream tastes?”
The corny joke makes me laugh. “No. Not at all, but I don’t think we should be having sex around food. It’s very unsanitary.”
“You’re right,” he huffs.
“Come on. Let’s go get your brothers to help you bring this thing out.”
Ian and I leave and head back to the party, but just as we get there, Julia claps her hands.
“Alright, everyone!” she calls out, this big smile on her face that looks very out of place. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this woman smile at all. “It’s cake time!” she singsongs.
My brow furrows and I look up at Ian. Why would she announce that before we even have the cake out there?
All the kids scream in excitement, scrambling off the bounce castle and away from the other stations we have up and go over to Julia.
She walks over to the table that has all the finger foods and begins making space beside something on the table. Wait... is that a cake? What the fuck is she doing? She knew we were going to do the cake. Why did she bring one?
Anger fills me as I storm over as the kids gather around. “Mama, that’s not my cake.” Rica shakes her head. “Uncle Ian said he was gonna make me a cake.”
Julia’s smile falls. “Well, honey,” she says through gritted teeth. “It’s your birthday and I’m your mother. I should be the one to get you a cake,” she scolds. “Be grateful for what you have.”
“But it’s not pink. I said I wanted pink.” Her lower lip quivers.
She gets into Rica’s face. “Listen here, you little brat, eat the fucking cake or your party is over.”
Yeah, fuck no. I’m putting a stop to this.
Julia stands back up, fake smile slipping back into place. “Sadly, there’s not enough for everyone, so the cake is just for Rica.”
All the kids’ shoulders slump. What kind of game is she playing?
“Just kidding,” I laugh. “She’s only joking. Don’t worry everyone, it’s just a funny joke. The real cake is coming. We just need some big strong men to help bring it out.”
All the kids cheer. I take the sad grocery store looking cake off the table and shoot Julia a look. “I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing at, but fuck off,” I whisper to her as I take the shitty cake and storm toward the clubhouse.
Not wanting to waste it, I decided to put it in the kitchen.
I’m halfway inside, fuming at the stupid stunt Julia just pulled when I hear her calling after me.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she screams as she gets closer.
I stop and turn around to face her. “Me? What the fuck do you think you’re doing? You knew Ian was making the cake. You fucking saw him working on it all fucking morning. Then you pull up with this cheap bullshit cake? Why?”
“It’s not cheap,” she hisses. “I made it myself for my daughter.”
I raise a brow. “Really? Do you have some sort of memory loss or something? You do know her name is Erica and she’s six right?”
“Of course I fucking do. I’m not stupid.”
“Wanna try that again?” I grin. “Becuase this cake says ‘Happy 50th Anniversary Gretta and Jim.’ You went to a store and grabbed whatever cake was available. You're full of shit.”
Her nostrils flare. “Give me the cake,” she demands.
“No.”
“I paid for it. It’s mine.” She yanks it from my arms. The cake slips and falls all over her. Julia screams, staring down at her dress. “It’s ruined!”