Oli
ALPHA TEA GOSSIP COLUMN
MEDIA OUTLETS ARE DEMANDING INTERVIEWS WITH OLI HART AND THE EDGE AFTER THEIR RECENT SILENCE
June 7th
D awn creeps through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the tangled mess of sheets and limbs. My eyes flutter open, and I find Aiden nuzzling into my neck, his breath warm against my skin.
“Morning,” I murmur, my voice hoarse. His arms tighten around me, pulling me closer into the shelter of his embrace. I can feel the vibration of a low, contented purr emanating from his chest—a sound that speaks more than words ever could.
“Morning,” he replies, his lips pressing a lazy kiss to my shoulder. His brown eyes are soft with affection but still hold a flicker of the previous night’s fire. We’re a tangled mess of sweat and satisfaction, yet there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here, wrapped up in Aiden’s arms, surrounded by the lingering scent of our night.
Aiden’s fingers trace the contour of my face, his touch gentle as if he’s memorizing every feature. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, the words heavy with remorse that don’t match the wicked time we shared just hours ago. “I didn’t mean to be so rough with you.”
I catch his hand and press it against my cheek, turning to place a kiss on his palm. “Aiden,” I say, my voice low and laced with sincerity, “I loved every second of it.” I slide closer, our bodies still sensitive from the night’s escapades. “You showed me a side of you that’s raw, intense… and utterly irresistible.”
His eyes search mine, looking for any sign of discomfort, but all he finds is the heat that hasn’t quite died down—a flame that flickers back to life with each brush of skin against skin. “Are you sure?” he asks, but the concern in his gaze gives way to desire as I nod.
“Absolutely,” I confirm, pulling him into a slow, deliberate kiss that speaks volumes. Our lips move together in a dance as old as time, yet it feels new, charged with the depth of what we’ve shared.
“Then let me love you, slowly this time,” he murmurs against my lips, and I can only respond with a hum of approval as his hands begin their descent. They map a leisurely path down my body, igniting sparks wherever they roam.
“Show me how you love me,” I challenge, a playful smirk curving my lips.
“Challenge accepted,” Aiden replies, his voice a husky whisper that sends shivers down my spine.
Each touch, each kiss, each whispered confession of love becomes a stroke of color painting a picture of us—intertwined hearts finding their rhythm.
“I love you, Hart,” he says, his breath warm against my ear as we move together in a gentle cadence.
“And I love you, Aiden,” I reply, my voice catching as waves of pleasure build between us—slower this time but no less powerful.
“Forever,” he promises, sealing the vow with a kiss that leaves no room for doubt.
“Forever,” I echo, surrendering to the sensation, to the love, to the man who holds my heart.
Stumbling out from the cocoon of blankets that have shielded us from the world, Aiden’s arm is a steady weight around my waist. My hair is a wild tangle of rose gold waves. The air in the tour bus feels suddenly cooler against my flushed skin, a stark contrast to the heat we’ve left behind.
“Look who decided to join the land of the living,” Chase teases, his drumming fingers creating an impromptu beat on the tabletop. His green eyes twinkle with mischief as he leans back.
“Glad to see you’re back,” Jack chimes in, his blue gaze dancing with laughter. He lounges effortlessly, guitar resting against his leg like an extension of his playful soul.
Aiden just grunts, a low sound vibrating from his chest, his possessive grip telling me he’s far from done claiming me. But Dax captures my attention, sitting quietly with his bass guitar, his hazel eyes observing us beneath furrowed brows.
Clearly, they were just playing some music together.
“I hate to break the moment, but we need to share something,” Jack says.
“Alright, spill it. What’s up?” I ask, eager to break the tension that’s settled over the room.
Jack straightens, suddenly serious. “Last night, security came around. They found something in the flower arrangement sent to us every show. A listening device.”
My heart skips a beat, not from desire but from a sharp prick of concern. “A bug? In our flowers?”
“Yep,” Jack confirms, his usual levity gone. “Someone’s been trying to eavesdrop on us.”
My instincts flare with protectiveness—not just for myself but for my pack.
“Security’s on it, though,” Jack continues, his tone reassuring. “They’re tracing it back to the source.”
“Good,” Aiden growls, pulling me closer. His warmth envelops me, a reminder that no matter what happens outside our little sanctuary, I’m safe with him, with all of them.
My pulse hammers in my ears, a mix of shock and outrage boiling inside me. “Are they close to finding out who’s behind this?” I demand, my eyes flickering between Jack’s somber face and Chase’s clenched jaw.
“Still working on it,” Chase mutters, running a hand through his hair. “But they’re gonna figure it out.”
Aiden’s arms tighten around me, a solid wall of muscle and warmth that grounds me. I lean back against his chest, drawing comfort from his presence. “You’re safe, ,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against my ear. “I’ve got you, and I’m not letting anyone hurt you or get away with this.”
His scent—fresh cookies, tinged with the sweet edge of his lingering rut—washes over me, soothing the chaos churning in my mind.
I place my hand over one of his, feeling the callouses from hours of playing the keyboard, a reminder of the countless ways we’ve intertwined our lives. His lips brush against my temple, a kiss so fleeting yet filled with promise. “Always,” he adds, and I can’t help but believe him.
“Thank you,” I whisper back, allowing myself a moment of vulnerability within the circle of his arms. The rest of the world may be unpredictable and dangerous, but here, with Aiden and my alphas, I find an anchor in the storm.