Chapter 77 Ty
TY
My favorite time was always the early morning silence before the estate came to life with its hustle and bustle, when the day was full of possibilities.
There were no landscapers using their noisy equipment outside in the gardens, no staff shuffling throughout the house performing their various duties.
I was on the balcony outside our bedroom.
Last night’s rain had amplified the forest’s scent.
My wolf itched to be out there. I considered waking Liza to see if she’d like to go for a run and enjoy everything the morning had to offer, but I stood for just a bit longer, gazing out at the grounds.
It was so damn peaceful, which was exactly what we needed.
Peace.
My moment of Zen was rudely interrupted when my phone vibrated on the wrought-iron table, jarring me out of my thoughts. Rubbing my temples, I knew the tranquility of the day was gone. I dropped my gaze to the screen to see a text from Isaiah.
Got info on Liza’s pack members. Headed your way.
I raised an eyebrow and typed out a reply. Give us an hour.
Last night had been chaotic, with Liza losing her temper and scaring the hell out of her so-called omega fans.
She’d withdrawn into herself, her memories fragmented.
Her face had been a canvas of emotions as she silently tried to make sense of the events that had unfolded.
She’d listened in disbelief as I recounted everything.
I’d witnessed her fear at her actions communicated through our bond.
She held onto me, tears streaming, shaking with sobs, telling me over and over again that she was sorry. I tried to reassure her, but she was terrified of losing control around people and not being able to protect herself around others.
Despite the late hour, we’d contacted Liza’s doctor on his personal cell and asked if he knew anyone discreet who could provide help with her anger management. He’d given us a name, and I planned to reach out later today.
Before I could set my phone down, it buzzed again. This time, it was Bryce.
Checked social media yet? Think you should.
Shit. If Bryce was concerned, did I really want to open it?
I didn’t want to study the comments, but I forced myself to face the music.
I opened my account and scrolled through posts about the incident outside Liza’s office.
As I read the comments, it took all my restraint not to crack my phone in my grip.
“Omega loses her shit, cusses out strangers.”
“Omega threatens innocent people, sends posters flying across the street using only her eyes.”
Thank the gods no one had captured what had really happened on camera.
That would’ve been much more difficult to explain away.
I groaned. Now we had to add damage control to our growing list of top priorities.
I glanced at Liza, still peacefully asleep in our bed, her soft breaths stirring the strands of hair framing her face. She deserved better than this chaos.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” I said, pressing a gentle kiss to Liza’s forehead.
Liza stirred, her green eyes fluttering open. She stretched and yawned, sitting up abruptly as she sensed my urgency through our connection.
“Morning. What time is it?”
“Early,” I said, keeping my voice soft. “But I got a text, and there’s something we need to talk about.”
She tensed. “What is it?”
“Last night’s incident at your office has blown up on social media.” I tried to keep my tone steady. “People are talking, posting... it’s not good.”
Liza grabbed her phone from the nightstand and scrolled through the posts, anger, fear, and worry flickering over her face.
I watched her closely, worried about how she’d react. Would she spiral out of control again?
To my relief, she just heaved out a sigh, slumped back, and tossed her phone on the bed.
“This is such bullshit,” she muttered under her breath, then pushed herself out of bed. “I need to shower before I can deal with all this.”
“Whatever you want.” I squeezed her hand, trying to offer some comfort, though I wasn’t sure how this whole mess would play out.
“Thanks.” Liza gave a weak smile as she trudged to the bathroom.
I watched as she shook her long hair out the messy bun. It always shocked me how someone could look so fucking gorgeous when just waking up.
I couldn’t stop myself from following her with my eyes, drawn to her exposed skin as she stripped off her clothes. I found myself staring at her breasts, my desire for her a burning need.
She caught my gaze and quirked an eyebrow playfully, her lips tugging into a sly smile. “Why are you still dressed? Come on.”
Hell yes. I didn’t need any more encouragement.
I quickly shed my clothes and joined her in the large shower I’d helped design with intricate tile work and multiple shower heads.
It was an oasis in the middle of the estate.
A place to wash off the sins of the day.
In this case, it was a place to fuck our worries away.
Liza had already lathered up her hair, so I turned on the rain showerhead next to her. Hot water cascaded down my body. I still needed to make up for my actions yesterday. Not being there for her, shouting at her. I couldn’t blame her for wanting to get away.
“I’m so sorry for what you had to go through.” My voice was barely audible above the sound of the running water. “I should have been there with you.”
Liza turned to face me, and she looked so damn vulnerable that it broke my heart. “I’m scared, Ty.”
Her admission caught me off guard. I lathered up a loofah and gently ran it over skin, doing my best to comfort her.
“We’ll get through this together.” I might not have been able to promise what the outcome would be, but I was damn sure I’d be by her side through it all. I pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
“Thank you,” Liza said against my mouth. “For everything.”
The tension between us slowly dissipated as we continued washing each other. Despite the chaos surrounding us, we were a team and had agreed on the night of our mating ceremony to support one another, no matter what. And that was all that mattered.
I moved my hands to Liza’s hips and tugged her closer, the warmth of our bodies radiating against each other. Our eyes locked as I guided us farther into the shower stream, the steam surrounding us like a protective barrier. I lowered my lips to hers again in a slow kiss, tasting her sweetness.
Liza responded eagerly. One rumor about the omega that I could confirm was this.
Her hypersexuality was nirvana to my cock.
Wrapping her arms around my neck and deepening the kiss, Liza moaned into my mouth as our tongues tangled in an erotic dance.
My hands roamed over her slick body, fingertips running along her curves until I cupped her breasts.
Another soft moan dragged from deep in her throat.
My thumb brushed against her hardened nipples, and she moaned again, pressing herself against me, begging for more.
I complied without hesitation as I trailed kisses round the shell of her ear, down the side of her jaw, down her neck, teasing my way to the sweet spot below her earlobe.
I moved down between Liza’s breasts, placing gentle kisses on the soft, supple mounds.
One of my hands slid down the side of her body, and Liza was quick to grab it and guide it farther down her hip.
Eyes hooded with desire, she moved my hand lower until she held my fingers nestled between her legs.
She was already dripping wet, her soft folds responding to my every touch.
With my free hand, I cupped her face and pulled her in for a scorching kiss, exploring her mouth thoroughly with my tongue.
She clutched my neck, her body arching backward into the stream of water, her breasts thrusting forward, nipples hard against my chest.
She sighed into my mouth as I cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples with my thumbs.
“Your nipples couldn’t be any harder.”
Liza arched her back, and I lowered my mouth to nibble on the hard nub. She gasped, and the noise that left her mouth was like music to my ears. I dragged my mouth over to her other breast, delicately teasing the pink bud with the tip of my tongue.
My hands continued to roam her body, exploring every inch of her skin. My cock swelled as Liza’s mouth found my ear and nipped gently at the lobe. Her hot breath made the hairs on my arms stand at attention.
Liza’s hands traveled across my chest, pinching my own nipples as she journeyed down my stomach, stopping just enough to tease me and make me yearn for more.
She moved her arms back around my head, running her fingers through my wet hair, then gliding down my back to my ass.
Her nails pressed into my flesh as she squeezed my ass cheeks, and my cock hardened even more.
She pressed up against me, grinding her core into my erection.
Her arousal was an intoxicating scent. I gave in to the urge to explore her wet pussy and feel the heat of her core.
I slid my hand down her stomach and cupped her pussy, lightly stroking the seam of her lips with my fingers.
Her breath hitched in her throat, and she moaned deeply, arching to push her pussy against my hand.
I loved how responsive she was, how she writhed against me, silently urging me to push my fingers between her folds.
She wanted her release, but I wanted her desire to build until she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore, then build it higher still.
Slowly, I slid two my fingers inside her.
She sighed, her breath hot against my neck.