Oli
OMEGA BUZZ GOSSIP COLUMN
ONCE AGAIN, HEAT RUMORS CIRCULATE AFTER THE DISAPPEARANCE OF OLI HART AND HER NEW ALPHAS
June 27th
M y body aches deliciously as I slowly come to, enveloped by a sea of muscled forms that breathe in unison with me. Chase, Aiden, Jack, and Dax—my beautiful, perfect mates—surround me, their combined heat more comforting than any blanket.
But still, I have plenty of those in the nest.
“Morning, little rose,” Chase murmurs, his voice husky with sleep. His sandy hair tickles my cheek as he presses a lazy kiss to my forehead. The sensation electrifies me, but more sex is definitely off the table.
We had more than enough for however long my heat lasted.
I stretch languidly, feeling the pull of sore muscles. Aiden’s soft and caring brown eyes meet mine. He brushes a stray lock of my rose-gold hair behind my ear, a silent promise of tenderness from a man who speaks volumes with just a look.
“Is our back?” Jack teases, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. He nuzzles against my neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. His playful bite sends a shiver through me.
“Yes,” I retort, grinning despite the fatigue that pulls at my bones. The love I feel for these men is a melody that never grows old, a song I want to play on repeat.
Dax grunts something that sounds like “morning” and tightens his hold around my waist. His eyes soften as they land on me. He plants a possessive kiss atop my head, a silent testament to the strength and protection he offers without fail.
“Breakfast?” I suggest, wiggling in their embrace, the thought of food kick starting my senses.
“Anything for you,” Jack says, eager to fulfill my every desire.
“Let’s get this day started,” Chase chimes in, his green eyes matching mine, a mirror of the vitality and mischief within us both.
“Slow and steady,” Aiden cautions with a smile. His gentle demeanor is a grounding force in the whirlwind of our pack’s dynamics.
“I need time to cook,” Dax declares.
“Then I’ll set up a bath for ,” Jack decides.
They’re bossy, but I love it. I feel loved and cared for.
We untangle from each other, reluctant to part even for a moment.
“Sounds divine,” I reply, my muscles aching at the promise of warmth and relaxation.
Chase grins, already bounding ahead of us to the bathroom. “I got these new bath bombs! The ones with the glitter and the essential oils. Just for !”
“Good, nothing but the best for our girl,” Aiden says softly, taking my hand and reassuringly squeezing it. His calm aura wraps around me like a blanket, always soothing.
The bathroom soon becomes a flurry of activity, each of my mates moving purposefully. Dax meticulously adjusts the water temperature, ensuring it’s neither too hot nor too cold. Chase is on a mission, sorting through an assortment of colorful bath products, his nose twitching as he sniffs each one before selecting the perfect combination. Aiden, the ever-attentive soul, unfurls plush towels onto the heated rack, their cozy embrace waiting to envelop me afterward.
“Okay, , ready?” Jack announces, his strong arms slipping beneath my knees and back. He hoists me up effortlessly. His touch sends a familiar thrill through me, and I can’t help but wrap my arms around his neck.
He lowers me into the bath with exaggerated care.
The moment my skin meets the water, a sigh escapes my lips. It’s exactly right—like sinking into a hug, if hugs were warm and smelled of jasmine and vanilla. I watch as the water transforms, shimmery trails swirling around me from the bath bomb now dissolving, creating a galaxy in our tub. Tiny flecks of glitter catch the light, and I can’t help but giggle. “I’m going to come out sparkling, aren’t I?”
“Like the star you are,” Jack confirms, kneeling beside the tub, his presence grounding and yet thrilling all at once. “Anything less would be a disservice.”
“Thank you, guys,” I say, my heart swelling as I see them working together just to make me happy. “This is perfect.”
“Only the best for our ,” Jack says, and I can’t help but think that with them by my side, I have everything I could ever want.
Dax and Chase slip out while Aiden settles against the sink.
Jack’s hands move with a soothing and invigorating rhythm, gliding over my shoulders as he lathers up the sponge. “Relax,” he murmurs, his voice a deep vibration that resonates through the steamy air. I melt under his touch, the warm water lapping at my skin like soft kisses.
He leans in closer, his breath hot on the nape of my neck, giving me goosebumps despite the heat of the water.
“Baby girl,” he whispers, his lips grazing my ear, “You were so perfect during your heat.”
I sigh contentedly, closing my eyes to savor the moment. The intimacy here is palpable.
After a while, he says, “Let’s get you rinsed off.” His hands are gentle as they usher away the soap, taking care not to miss a spot. The cascade of water from the attached showerhead feels soothing.
And then it’s Aiden’s turn, waiting for me as I step out of the tub onto the bath mat. He wraps me in a towel that is so fluffy that it’s like feathers hugging me. His brown eyes are tender, full of that quiet intensity that always makes me feel like I’m the only one in the room—or in this case, the only one in his world.
“Can’t have you catching a cold,” he says, concern lacing his words as he pats me dry with meticulous care. There’s something about Aiden’s shyness that makes these moments feel even more special, like every careful dab is a whispered love note.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, not with Dr. Adams on duty,” I respond with a playful lilt. His cheeks flush with a bashfulness that belies the alpha strength in his arms, and I can’t resist teasing him a little. “Besides, I’m pretty sure your bedside manner would make anyone want to play patient.”
“Then I must be doing something right,” he replies, the corners of his mouth lifting ever so slightly. That’s Aiden—his smile is a treasure, and it warms me more than any bath ever could.
As he finishes, I’m swathed in the soft fabric, cocooned in the kind of care that speaks volumes. I’m cherished. Loved. And as I catch a glimpse of our reflection in the foggy bathroom mirror, I can’t help but think this is the truest form of adoration.
“Okay, baby girl, let’s get you into something cozy,” Jack declares with that trademark twinkle in his blue eyes. He plucks a soft cotton tee from the dresser – band merch that says ‘The Edge.’ It smells like all of my mates, and I can’t tell whose it is.
Aiden holds the clothes steady as I slip my arms through the sleeves. His touch is gentle and precise, but it speaks of an underlying intensity that makes my heart flutter.
Next is a pair of loose-fitting joggers he folds multiple times to make them fit.
“I have my own clothes, you know?” I chuckle, but there’s no complaint in my voice. His picks are comfort incarnate and smell like my mates.
Jack smirks. “But we want you in our clothes.”
I lean into Aiden’s hand for a fleeting moment before turning to catch Jack’s grin. He’s all mischievous charm, and it’s impossible not to respond with a grin of my own.
“Ready for some food?” Jack asks.
“Lead the way,” I play along, looping my arm through his.
But Aiden steps forward, his warm hands easing under my knees and back in one swift, confident motion. “I’ve got you,” he says, lifting me as if I weigh nothing at all.
With how big he is, I probably do.
“I’m not complaining,” I admit, nestling into Aiden’s embrace. The world seems to right itself when he holds me steady and unshakeable. We move toward the door, and the faint sounds of daily life from downstairs drift up to meet us, filling the space with a comforting buzz.
As we descend, each step is a testament to Aiden’s quiet strength. The pack house wraps around us like an old friend, its walls echoing with laughter and the clink of dishes. It’s a symphony of domestic bliss that warms me from the inside out. It feels like home.
“Smells like Dax has been busy,” I observe, the rich scents of breakfast weaving their way into my senses.
“Trying to fatten you up after your… strenuous activities,” Aiden teases, his voice low and resonant against my ear. It sends butterflies through me, the good kind.
With a gentle chuckle, he sets me down carefully onto a kitchen chair like I’m a precious cargo—which, in their eyes, I most certainly am.
I sigh contentedly, surrounded by my mates, enveloped in the warmth of our shared life.
The kitchen is a flurry of activity as Dax commands the space like he’s born to it. His dark hair falls like a shadow across his brow, concentration etched in the hard lines of his jaw. The sizzle and pop from the stove accompany the subtle clack of utensils against pans, creating a rhythm that has my toes tapping lightly on the wooden floor.
“Hungry, angel?” Dax grunts without looking up, his voice as rich and warm as the coffee I’m craving. But I don’t mind waiting for my caffeine fix, not when the whiff of herbs and something savory teases my senses.
“Smells divine, Dax.” I lean back in the chair, watching him move with a precision that belies his gruff exterior.
“Only the best for you,” he says, and there’s a softness there, just beneath the surface.
As I settle more comfortably into the chair, Chase sidles up behind me, his presence a welcome heat along my back. “You sore, little rose?” His silky, sinful voice, wrapped in concern, makes my heart skip.
His hands, drummer’s hands, find my shoulders with a skilled touch, and the massage begins, kneading away the lingering aches from the week before.
“Let’s get rid of these knots, shall we?” Chase murmurs, his breath ghosting over the nape of my neck. Each press of his thumbs sends waves of relief through my muscles, unraveling tension with every stroke. He’s attentive, always tuned in to my needs, and I revel in the care he bestows upon me.
“That feels good,” I tease, tipping my head forward to grant him better access.
“Only if I’m touching you,” he retorts, humor lacing his tone.
“Flatterer,” I accuse, but my smile betrays the genuine pleasure I take in his praise. Chase knows just how to make me feel adored and valued beyond measure, and as I sink further into the cocoon of his touch, all I can think is how lucky I am to be surrounded by such love.
The clatter of dishes snaps my attention away from the heavenly ministrations of Chase’s hands, and I turn to see Dax approaching with a steaming plate in his hands. His usually stern face softens as he sets the meal before me—a colorful array of scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and a side of fresh berries.
“Made with extra care, just for you,” Dax says, his voice gruff but tinged with a warmth that only I seem to melt.
“Smells amazing,” I murmur, my stomach growling in approval. The flavors burst on my tongue with each bite, a testament to Dax’s unexpected culinary talents. The eggs are fluffy and perfectly seasoned, while the bacon provides a satisfying crunch. It’s comfort food.
“Thank you, Dax,” I say, my gaze meeting his eyes, which hold a spark of pride at my evident enjoyment. “You always know how to spoil me.”
The corner of his mouth lifts in a half-smile. Swirling emotions cascade through me, a symphony composed of the love from each of my mates. I feel the chords of their affection vibrating down our bonds, resonating deep within my soul. There’s Chase’s vibrant energy, like sunshine breaking through the clouds, wrapping me in brightness and laughter. And now, Dax’s stoic presence, a bastion of strength with an undercurrent of tenderness, he reveals only to me.
Leaning back into the plush cushions of the dining chair, I let out a satisfied sigh and survey the faces of my mates. Each one captures a unique piece of my heart. Chase’s grinning face is like a beacon of joy, his laughter infectious, brightening even the darkest corners of any room.
“Looking at me like that can only mean trouble,” Chase teases, winking from across the table as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
“Only the best kind,” I shoot back, the playful exchange sending warmth spiraling through me.
Aiden’s presence washes over me next, calm and steady like a gentle stream. His shy smile and the way his brown eyes linger on me, soft and adoring, ground me. In the bond, his tranquility is a lullaby, whispering promises of eternal support. He speaks volumes in the quiet moments, never needing to raise his voice to be heard by my heart.
Dax stands just off to the side, his towering figure a silhouette against the morning light streaming through the windows. The bond with him is complex, a tapestry woven from threads of gruff strength and unexpected softness—a softness I’ve only recently come to know. It’s like discovering a secret garden behind an imposing stone wall, full of wonders meant only for me.
“Everything to your satisfaction?” Dax asks, his hazel eyes searching mine for any sign of displeasure.
“Perfectly,” I assure him, and the corners of his mouth lift ever so slightly—an intimate reward.
And then there’s Jack. Pure alpha, all edge, and intensity. His energy envelops me, and the bond with him is an electric current that dances under my skin. His obsession and command are wrapped in an irresistible package, and when he sets those piercing blue eyes on me, I’m lost in the storm.
I’m awash with gratitude, my heart swelling with the fullness of being so cherished. Each look, every touch, speaks volumes about their devotion. This all-encompassing love can be overwhelming at times, but it’s mine to bask in, to revel in, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
At this moment, nestled safely in our pack house, I am content. No, more than that—I am utterly, blissfully happy. Surrounded by the men who love me, who I love in return, I’ve found a place where I belong, a harmony that sings through every fiber of my being. It’s a love song, one that plays endlessly, a melody that we’ll compose together, day by day.
I turn away from their adoring gazes, letting my eyes wander around the pack house. It’s spacious and modern, yet something about it feels… unfinished, like a canvas awaiting its first stroke of paint. My mind whirls with possibilities. A splash of color here, some throw pillows there, maybe even a wall of framed memories—a collage of our shared life.
All four of them catch where I’m looking and seem sheepish.
“We haven’t been here in forever,” Chase mumbles.
“And at least Dax got the nest done,” Aiden adds.
Dax and Jack just stare at me with narrowed eyes like they’re trying to solve a problem.
“Are you four nervous about me liking your pack house?” I ask, incredulous.
Aiden nods, but the other three look away.
“You’re being silly! Of course I like it!” I say, looking around again.
Chase perks up immediately, already caught up in my enthusiasm. “It could use some love. Maybe we could get decorations that make you feel more at home. Then it’ll have your stamp all over it, making it perfect.”
I can’t contain my grin.
“Agreed,” Aiden says quietly but with conviction. “It should reflect who we are. Together.”
Jack and Dax share a look and then nod.
“Then that’s what we will do,” Jack says simply.
My heart swells with determination and love. We’re going to build something beautiful here, not just a house, but a home—a sanctuary that mirrors the passion, the warmth, and the fierce love that binds us together. And I can’t wait to get started.
“We have around a week before we go to Europe. Let’s do it before we go,” Chase says.
“Let’s start looking online now,” Aiden offers before scooping me up again and taking me to the couch so we can all snuggle more.
I settle back into the plush cushions of the oversized couch, a contented sigh escaping my lips.
Jack lounges next to me, his arm possessively curled around my shoulder. His alpha presence is both comforting and exhilarating.
My gaze drifts over the room, and I imagine memories we’ve yet to create. I picture cozy nights in, jam sessions by the fireplace, and quiet mornings filled with nothing but cuddles.
I exhale, my chest swelling with love for these men—my mates—who know me so well and strive to blend our lives into a seamless tapestry.
The light through the windows casts a golden glow throughout the house, wrapping us in its embrace. It feels like a physical manifestation of our bond, warm and all-encompassing. I look around at each of them, their distinct personalities shining through even in the smallest gestures: Chase, with his unending optimism; Aiden, with his calming presence; Dax, whose strength is matched only by his unexpected tenderness; and Jack, whose desire to lead is amplified by a profound devotion.