Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
BELLE
T his week has been a nonstop roller coaster. Not only are my father and sister in jail, but I am officially claimed. Legally that is. I’ve been these alpha’s omegas since the moment we bonded in that hotel room.
Who would have thought a canceled flight would have caused all this to happen?
Since my heat ended, the guys have spoiled me rotten. Even though I keep telling them to stop. I don’t need anything fancy. I just need them. Their love. But I have been having fun decorating my nest.
They did a great job of making me feel safe, but the colors are all wrong. I don’t think I ever want to see twinkling lights again, or purple. My childhood bedroom ruined that for me. But still the gesture was sweet.
Tonight is the charity event, and I am excited to see them sing live. I finally confessed the other night that I do like their music, but because of Kella’s infatuation I avoided it.
For the last five years it’s been non-stop “Knotty Trip this” and “I’m going to marry them that”. It’s just exhausting, but now that she’s no longer a thorn in my side, I can sit back and enjoy my alpha’s dream.
I wait backstage as they run around, finalizing anything needed. I have sat through dress rehearsals, wardrobe and makeup. Beckett sits next to me, speaking into a headset and he leans over, giving me a quick kiss.
He has been smiling more, and it makes me happy. A woman with dark hair in a sparkly dress and stiletto boots, rushes over here, shoving me aside and gives Beck a huge hug. I growl and her eyes widen.
“Do we have a problem?” she sasses, and I think we just might.
“Mine,” I hiss, pulling Beck back to me and he laughs.
“As much as I’d love for you to claim me again right here and now, Belle, you have nothing to worry about. Poppie is Angel’s sister.”
My eyes widen, and I brush my hair back, nervously.
“Wait, you’re my brother's scent match?” Poppie says, and I shrug. She surprises me by squealing and pulling me into a tight hug.
For being so tiny, she’s strong.
“Oh, my God! I can’t believe it’s you. Angel told us last night all about you, and I have been so excited. I’m sorry for just now, but do you know how many omega skanks throw themselves at Beck, trying to get to the band.”
I shake my head as I listen to her ramble and by the time she’s taken a breath, I think maybe I have a new friend.
I don’t trust many omegas, because the ones at the Academy are catty as hell, but I like Poppie.
We laugh and talk for a little bit until my other alphas join us. “Ugh, fine, I will give you guys a moment alone, but we have to go shopping before you return to Knottingshire Academy,” she says, and I nod.
“I see you met my cousin,” Tate says and I laugh.
“I did, and shockingly I like her,” I mutter, and he laughs, pulling me into his arms for a kiss. He’s wearing eyeliner and mascara with a T-shirt and ripped jeans. He’s hot as hell and I pray my panties keep my scent at bay today.
“I hate that you’re leaving in a few days. I wish you would reconsider coming on tour with us,” Angel grumbles, pulling me from Tate and into his arms. He’s in a tank-top and leather pants with his hair styled messy.
I whimper and he growls, nipping my bottom lip before kissing me.
I sigh and pull away. “I know, but I need to finish school. It’s my dream and you need to live yours. You can’t let your fans down, and it’s only two weeks, then you will be in New York, recording your new album, I’ll see you guys all the time, and on the weekends. This isn’t goodbye. You’re mine, remember.”
Laughing, he nods, then kisses me again and rushes off. I can hear the crowd going wild as Poppie starts off the show.
“Wow, she has an amazing voice,” I tell Beckett and he nods.
“Their family have always been very musically talented. Before she died, their mother taught piano in her spare time and their father was amazing on the guitar. It was only natural for them to be a success.”
“You also have an incredible voice, Beckett. Why aren’t you out there?” I ask, and he looks off toward Tate as he walks onto the stage and the crowd goes wild.
“I’d rather live in the background. What Tate and I do, when we write music, it's special and I don’t want to taint that with the limelight.”
“Well, one day I hope to hear you sing with them, but I get it. I’ve been writing a book for a few years now, but I’m not ready to share it with the public either,” I confess, and he turns to look at me.
“Well, I hope one day I can read it,” he says and puts his arm over my shoulder, pulling me in closer as we watch our family live their dreams.