Chapter 13
Sonnet had been spoiled and didn’t know what to do with herself.
Jude had bought beautiful pastries from an expensive bakery in the city, with a note in the box not to tell Felix.
She didn’t know what to try at first, so she took a bite out of each one.
Instead of finishing them, however, she found herself curious about the house she would be living in and took Jude’s map to explore.
No matter which room she stepped into, it was all dark and boring, as if none of them had an emotional attachment to it, which sent red flags through her body like a faulty wire. She couldn’t hear her omega, but she could feel her agitation and concern.
She wanted to explore the boys’ bedroom to see if there was any personality inside their four walls but knew her scent would expose her for snooping.
Instead, she peeked inside the gym, game room, bar area, and a miniature movie theatre.
She couldn’t imagine being this rich, and her mom, Katherine, came from old money wealth, and her father was a sought-after realtor.
Sonnet had the fortune of knowing wealth, but even this was a way different pay bracket than she was used to living in.
A pay bracket that could be hers. But did she really want all these rooms that meant what? A bragging right of money?
Sonnet didn’t have the kind of friends to brag to, and she wasn’t that kind of person. She definitely wasn’t the type to have this many useless, clearly disregarded rooms with no pops of color, decor, or warmth. Who knew she’d miss her studio apartment so much, but she did.
When she found her room, she was happy to see it untouched, with no dark-colored walls or carpet.
It had wood flooring, cream walls, and a large window looking down the street at the other houses.
She stared out of it for an embarrassingly long time, hoping to spot someone famous, but after no luck, she got to work on the important thing. Unpacking!
She was happy the bed already had sheets and pillowcases but was even happier to add her yellow comforter and pastel multicolored quilt she had made to her bed. She placed pictures on her dresser, hung her clothes up in her closet, and added her small collection of stuffed animals to the bed.
From out of her window, she saw Zayden’s car returning to the house. Butterflies flapped around her stomach until she remembered how they all interacted earlier, and anxiety was quickly replaced with excitement.
This is her family now. There was nothing to be afraid of.
There’s nothing to be afraid of anymore.
Her omega didn’t respond, but there was a shift in her chest. A movement she hoped was a response of some sort.
She tripped over one of her boxes of clothes and ignored the mess, promising she’d clean it up later because there was no way she was going to reveal to her new alpha mates that she was a total slob. They could find that out after they committed to each other and wouldn’t be able to run away.
Wait. Was that an unhealthy mindset?
Sonnet shrugged and opened her door. There was always the chance they didn’t commit, so it wasn’t a completely toxic thought process.
Speaking of toxic…Kai.
She could smell him before she saw him climb up the staircase. His scent burned hot as usual, his attitude clear.
Was he ever happy?
He didn’t notice her. His footsteps were slow and heavy, his eyes downcast, his body trying to sink into his clothes like he wanted to disappear.
An aura of anger and sadness engulfed him, like a thick fog she could see clear as day, and her ever-so-silent omega reacted before she could stop her, blooming out a wave of her scent as a way of trying to comfort her alpha.
An alpha who hates us, she tried to remind her, but it was no use.
Hate, or whatever it was Kai felt towards Sonnet; she wanted to comfort him.
Kai’s eyes snapped up once he smelled her, and she couldn’t ignore the haze in them.
Unlike most people who managed to keep their feelings at bay, his were at the forefront of his black irises, like a monster trying to break free.
He was feeling everything there was to feel, so much so that he couldn’t even hide it.
She couldn’t help it. She whined in pain for him.
And he growled in return.
“Why are you here?” He choked, pressing his hand into the wall to guide him as he walked.
“I, uh, Jude. He told me my bedroom was this one—”
“No. Why are you here now? Why?” He was standing directly beside her now with an expression and posture of pure anguish. “Why did you have to show up now? Why not earlier? Why not after?”
“Kai…” Sonnet reached out her hand to hold him but held back. “What do you mean, after?”
“I would have given you the world. But now?” Kai shook his head, trying to hide the tears rolling down his face.
Her heart was breaking for him. She wanted to hold him, to take care of him.
“Now, the only thing I can give you is space, so take it. Because I don’t know how to be around you without being angry at you. ”
Angry at me?
Sonnet’s hand fell on her chest as she felt the pieces of her heart-breaking underneath. He pushed past her, desperate to get away, and slammed his bedroom door from far down the hallway.
Ouch.
Why?
Why does it hurt so badly?
She could hear the others downstairs and couldn’t let them see her like this. She turned back into her bedroom and hid under her blankets, not letting go of her chest out of fear that the pieces of her heart would fall out and be lost forever.