30. Cole
Chapter 30
Cole
About eight packages a day get delivered to the house for Shiloh’s dream nest. With her promise of bonding once it’s finished, it’s completely lit a fire under all of our asses to get the room done A-fucking-SAP.
Not to mention all the nesting tendencies Shiloh is showing right now. The need to make this all perfect for her is overwhelming. She deserves it and we’re going to give it to her.
That’s why I’m pushing all the boxes into the elevator and bringing them to the top floor to her nest. One box is heavier than shit, and I wonder what she’s ordered now.
I push the boxes out of the elevator and Mack comes to help.
“Jesus, what the fuck is in this box?” he says, as we both lift it and bring it into the room.
Shiloh’s holding up swatches of blackout curtain colors against the wall and windows trying to decide which color to order.
“Oh, more packages,” she says, placing the swatches down and coming to open her boxes.
Jonah even bought her a pink box cutter so that she wouldn’t break a nail while opening her plethora of mail deliveries.
She opens some of the smaller boxes first, creating a pile of blankets and pillows that need to be washed and then used by us to then be placed in the nest. I currently have two pink silk pillowcases and a heated blanket on my bed to smell like me. Jonah is wearing new T-shirts for her to steal and Mack has a series of waterproof blankets that he has in rotation.
The next box she opens is filled with sex toys, and that has my interest piqued as I glance down.
“What do you have there?” I ask.
She waves a knotted dildo at me and then turns on a bullet vibrator.
“Just the essentials,” she says, placing them back in the box to be sanitized. “What’s this one?” she asks, opening the white box with a gasp and she pushes it away while covering her nose.
It’s filled with an Alpha scent that doesn’t seem familiar to me, but clearly Shiloh is familiar with it.
“Danny sent this,” she says, pushing the box over to me and Mack.
My brother and I look at each other with suspicion and worry as I peel back all the packing material.
“Get it out of the nest,” she nearly yells, shoving the box closer to me.
Her outburst shocks Mack and me both. Even if it fills me with joy, knowing she doesn’t want his scent near her.
I take it out of the nest and down the hallway. Shiloh follows, using her sweater to cover her nose as I push all the packing materials out of the way.
“What in the fuck?” I hiss as I pull out the card on top.
I know you miss me. Some things to keep you warm until we can be together again.
-D
I toss the card on the floor and push the tissue paper back and pull out a T-shirt with an apparent cum stain on it. I drop the material into the box with a curse.
“What the fuck?” Mack says, reading my mind as Shiloh looks down at the offensive clothing with horror.
“Get rid of it, and shower before you come back into the nest,” she says, turning on her heel.
“Go make sure she’s okay. I’m going to talk with Jonah,” I tell my brother, who nods, following Shiloh.
Her reaction is intense as she huffs. “Everything in the nest has to be decontaminated. I can still smell his scent here. Everything needs to be washed. Where’s the vacuum?” she complains as I go down a level to find Jonah in his office.
His face scrunches up as I approach.
“So…Shilohs ex sent her cum covered clothes,” I say and Jonah blinks at me twice.
“He what?”
I show him the box and he pushes it away.
“Is she okay?” Jonah asks.
“I’m not really sure. She seems more concerned about getting the scent out of her nest more than anything.”
Jonah hums. “I think she’s going to go into heat sooner than later. We need to get her nest finished and we need to make sure she’s safe. I’m going to call Elliot, have them set up better security, and hire someone to make sure the house is secure, especially if we’re indisposed during her heat. I’ll call the lawyer and see what he suggests legally. At the bare minimum, I think it’s grounds for a restraining order.”
“What do you want me to do?” I ask him.
“Throw that nasty shit away and make sure Shiloh is okay while I handle this,” Jonah says with a sigh.
“Yes, pack leader, sir,” I joke, giving him a salute. He rolls his eyes, turning to call Elliot.
His father was in the security business, and he followed suit along with his cousin Easton. Their family tree is complicated as hell, but they’re good at what they do, and I know it will put us all at ease knowing we have better security measures after this.
I suppose it wasn’t hard for him to find our address, but the contents are concerning. How much further is he willing to escalate this?
Before tossing the box, I frustratingly take as many pictures as I need to of the letter, and grotesque contents, before putting it in a trash bag and tossing it away. I send the pictures to Jonah in case the lawyer needs them, before heading back up to Shiloh’s nest.
When I open the door, it’s absolute chaos.
Every blanket, pillow, rug, literally anything that easily absorbs a scent, is in a pile on the floor while Shiloh takes a brush, scrubbing the tile raw.
Mack looks to me for help as he rubs Shiloh’s back.
When I get close, she holds up a gloved hand at me. “No. Get out,” she says with more intimidation than I’ve ever heard from her.
“Shiloh, sweetheart, I just want to help.”
“Straight to the shower, I can’t,” she says, her eyes full of fury as she scrubs harder against the floor. “I need his scent out of here. It was perfect. You know it was perfect, right?”
“Baby, why don’t we all get in the shower together, hmm? We’ll have someone come up here and clean everything out. You don’t have to fix it,” Mack says, rubbing her back.
“It’s my mess. I brought this mess here,” she says, sounding near hysterical.
I’ve never used it before, never thought I’d need to. But at this moment, I realize the purpose of an Alpha bark. It’s not to control someone you care about or lord over someone’s free will. It’s for moments like this where scents dominate us all and we need some rationality in the mix.
“Shiloh, come,” I tell her in my Alpha voice.
Her eyes go wide, but she follows directions immediately. Her big brown eyes are full of unshed tears as she looks at me.
“We’re going to get this cleaned up. The next time you come up here, you won’t smell him. Nothing is ruined. Your nest is still perfect.”
“I don’t want someone who isn’t a part of my pack in my nest,” she says quietly, looking at the floor.
“We’ll take care of it. This isn’t your mess. You didn’t do anything wrong. We’re going to take a shower and get rid of the scent, okay?”
She takes a deep breath, nearly gagging when she does so, but nods, taking off the cleaning gloves, tossing them onto the floor before taking my hand.
We go to my bedroom, in an effort to make sure that none of that motherfucker’s scent is anywhere near Shiloh’s room. I also thought with how concentrated my scent is in here, it would help with her spiral.
I’m proven right as her shoulders slouch and she seems less frazzled when we enter my bathroom. Mack and I waste no time, as I turn on the faucet and Mack helps her undress and removes her boot. He kisses her ankle, which makes her smile.
“How’s it feeling?”
“So much better,” she says, and her voice sounds far more even and less panicked.
If I see that guy, I’m probably going to end up in a jail cell…again.
I’m undressed and lead Shiloh in the shower as Mack bags up all the offensive clothes before following suit. The warm water, along with all my soaps and products, seem to wash away the remnants of his scent and bad memories as she melts against my touch.
“You’re our Omega. I won’t let him hurt you. You’re right where you belong,” I tell her, kissing her temple.
“Show me,” she whispers.
She needs a claim, it’s evident. I almost want her to let go of this notion that the nest needs to be done before we bond, but she’s hyper fixated on it and I want her to have her dream nest and bonding.
Shiloh has had a hard life, and I’d do just about anything to make her happy.
Her back is flush against Mack’s chest as I grip her chin, looking deep into her eyes.
“You know I’ll prove that you’re mine whenever you need it, sweetheart. Remember what I told you when we first met?”
Her brows furrow.
“I protect what’s mine. You’ve been mine since that moment and that shit ain’t about to change right now,” I tell her, giving her a brutal, claiming kiss.
“What do you need, baby?” Mack says, sounding far more sane than me right now.
Shiloh swallows thickly.
“I want to be full,” she says.
“We can do that,” I say with a smirk. “Just not in the shower, not with your track record,” I add in and she gasps at me.
I use that moment to slide two fingers into her mouth.
“Finish your shower and we’ll give you what you want,” I say, kissing the side of her face and stepping out of the spray.
I take the bag of clothes with me and grab a bottle of lube.
It’s fucked up, but sick satisfaction flows through me. I’m not sure what that prick thought he was doing sending that nasty shit to my girl, but it only made her want me even more.
My hair is still slightly damp as I lie on my bed, stroking my cock, waiting for Shiloh to come out and give me what she promised.
I’m not surprised when she walks backwards out of the bathroom, Mack’s hand on her pussy while they make out. God, she’s so fucking beautiful. She’s so ours, and every ounce of me wants to prove it right now.
I need to mark her with my scent, fill her with my cock and cum, hear her call out my name as I make her clench around my knot.
More than anything, I want my mark on her, but I’m going to have to wait.
I can be a patient Alpha…mostly.