Chapter Seven #2
Fallon turns back to us, grinning so brightly it momentarily stuns me. “Guys, this is Callie and Colby—Robert’s pack members.”
Romano tilts his head slightly, searching his memory for the name. A beat later, understanding dawns on his face. “Oh, the omega that works for you?” His tone is casual, but there’s a spark of satisfaction when Fallon beams at him for remembering.
I want that smile turned toward me. I want to keep her looking at me like that.
“Callie, Colby,” Fallon continues, her voice clear and full of pride, “these are my husbands. Kingston, Voss, Romano, and Jace.” The way she says it so effortlessly, so confidently, sends something possessive and primal curling through my chest.
Husbands. I wish she knew we are her mates.
Colby nods, his expression respectful but edged with something protective. “It’s very nice to meet you.”
Callie, still practically vibrating with energy, hugs our omega again. “And Fallon—thank you. Robert told us what happened the other day. I’m glad that woman was arrested.”
Colby’s low growl vibrates through the space, his displeasure clear, but Callie only laughs, resting a hand on his chest before turning back to Fallon. “Speaking of which,” she says, lifting the bag, “we have to head home. Our omega deserves to be pampered.”
After quick goodbyes, I barely have a second to react before Romano steals Fallon from me, laughing as he twirls her toward an entire aisle of sheets.
Jace follows behind, already pushing a cart, while Voss and I fall in step behind them like lost fucking puppies.
Fallon glides her hands over a row of neatly folded sheets, eyes practically sparkling as she tests the fabric between her fingers.
“Ohh,” she breathes, “these are so soft. Come feel these.”
I don’t hesitate, reaching forward to run my hand over the fabric, noting the way her pupils dilate as she watches my fingers trace the material. We go through at least five or six sets, each softer than the last, and when she hesitates, I step closer, my voice low and firm.
“Get them all.”
She shakes her head, laughing. “You guys are like furnaces. No way would I survive the thick ones.”
Her words settle in my chest, warm and sure.
She’s already thinking about sleeping with us.
Already assuming she’ll be wrapped up in our heat, in her nest. And fuck me if that doesn’t make my blood run hot.
I try subtly to adjust myself, catching Voss silently laughing at me.
I flip him off behind Fallon’s back.We are all going to die from being constantly hard around her.
I wonder if it’s a mate thing or a Fallon thing.
We move aisle by aisle, watching Fallon run her fingers over every texture, every fabric, testing, feeling, and deciding.
Our cart is already overflowing, piled with layers of plush greens and blues, soft fabrics she keeps pressing against her cheek to test their feel. Every time she finds something she likes, her eyes go soft, her lips curving in satisfaction before she tosses it into the cart.
I don’t care how much we get. If she wants it, it’s hers.
When we reach the curtains and lights section, she takes her time, pulling different materials from the racks and testing their weight between her fingers. She first goes for a sheer sage green, then frowns, running her thumb along the edge of a darker emerald set.
“Which one?” I ask, leaning down, speaking just for her.
She chews her lip, clearly torn.
Jace steps in, plucking both from her hands and setting them in the cart.
“Both,” he says.
Fallon beams at him, and my chest tightens with something warm, possessive. We are already practically obsessed with her.
When we turn into the next aisle, the reaction is instantaneous.
Fallon practically squeals, her entire body vibrating with excitement as she zeros in on a massive display of stuffed animals.
I blink, taken off guard by the sheer joy radiating from her.
One second, she’s beside me—
The next, she’s launching herself at a giant, red and white spotted mushroom with stumpy feet and a cute face.
She snatches it up, hugging it to her chest with a dramatic sigh. “I am taking you home and calling you Mush!” For a moment, all we can do is stare at her. And then, we burst into laughter.
This wild, chaotic, feral little omega who just yesterday shattered a woman’s wrist without hesitation, who fired someone with cold efficiency, who walks through life with grace, confidence, and deadly precision.
And yet here she is.
Cuddling a stupidly oversized stuffed mushroom like it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to her.
Romano is already digging through the pile, clearly looking for one of his own.
Jace shakes his head, muttering something about how we’re never going to get her out of this aisle.
Voss is watching her like she hung the goddamn moon.
An expression that I’ve never seen on the man. Most people are terrified of him.
I don’t think I’ve ever been more gone for someone in my life.
“Come on, Princess, let's check out and get you home.” Voss laces his fingers with hers, and they laugh as she tries to carry the stuffed mushroom.
Romano takes pity on her, carrying it for her.
Jace falls in step with me. “We will get her settled, then head to work. The faster we get this done, the faster we can get back to her. I, for one, am looking forward to seeing the nest she builds.”
“Agreed.”
Fallon
February 18th
3:46 P.M
A little dazed, I stare at the checkout counter as the poor beta cashier scans what looks like a literal mountain of nesting supplies. “I think we broke him,” I whisper to Romano, who’s standing beside me, grinning like a menace.
The beta—whose name tag reads Elliot—blinks rapidly, looking between us and the overflowing cart, clearly calculating whether he’s about to be robbed or just dealing with unhinged rich people. Kingston, ever the leader, pulls out a sleek black card, sliding it across the counter without a word.
Elliot swallows, his hands slightly shaking as he takes it. “Sir?”
“Just scan it,” Kingston says, his tone calm, unreadable, but somehow still terrifying.
Elliot nods so fast it’s a miracle his head doesn’t fly off.
Behind me, Jace and Voss are both carrying extra bags because our cart couldn’t handle everything. Jace, as usual, looks calm and composed. Voss looks like he’s barely holding in laughter. “What?” I demand, shifting a little under his gaze.
Voss lifts a tiny pink bunny plush that somehow made its way into our haul, his brows arching.
“This yours, Princess?”
I immediately snatched it from his hands, holding it to my chest protectively. “Yes, and I will be accepting no judgment at this time.”
Romano laughs loudly, grabbing one of the five different Squishmallows I picked out and tossing it at Jace, who catches it with a deadpan expression.
“I like that our little omega has layers,” Romano muses, watching as I stack my plushies in my arms. “One second, she’s breaking wrists. The next, she’s hoarding stuffed animals like a feral little dragon.”
“I can do both,” I say primly, tucking the bunny under my arm.
Voss leans in, his voice a dark purr against my ear. “Oh, we know.”
Kingston grabs one of the bags before I can die on the spot, nodding toward the door.
“Let’s go,” he says smoothly, already moving.
As we step outside, a gust of cold air bites at my legs, and I barely have time to react before Jace shrugs off his coat and drapes it over my shoulders without a word.
I blink up at him. “You’ll get cold.”
He shrugs, his blue eyes glinting. “I run hot.”
Voss snorts. “That’s one way to put it.”
Romano is already pressing buttons on his phone, and Kingston is leading the way to the SUV, moving like he owns the world and everyone in it.
I glance at my husbands, the absurd amount of bags, the fluffy mushroom plush peeking out of one of them, and let out a slow breath.
This is my life now.
There is still something nagging me. No matter how happy I am, I can’t forget this started with a contract. One I still don’t know the extent of.
By the time we pull up to the house, I’m practically vibrating with excitement. The second the SUV stops, I try to launch myself out of the door, only for Jace’s large hand to wrap around my wrist, halting me in place.
“Patience, kitten,” he murmurs, his thumb dragging over the inside of my wrist in a slow, teasing stroke.
I narrow my eyes at him. “I have no patience. Let me go.”
Jace chuckles, low and smooth, before releasing me. But not before giving my wrist one last squeeze, like he enjoys keeping me on a leash.
Noted.
I grab as many bags as I can handle, but Kingston snatches them from me without so much as a glance.
“Try again, little one.” His voice is silk-wrapped steel, commanding without effort.
I huff, planting my hands on my hips. “You do realize I’m capable of carrying my own stuff, right?”
Kingston smirks, “I’m aware. But I like making you rely on us.”
Voss makes a low sound in the back of his throat, and when I turn, I find him watching me like he’s already undressed me in his mind.
Okay, then.
Fine.
They want to play? Let’s play.
I saunter ahead of them, swaying my hips just enough to be noticeable, and when I glance back, all four pairs of eyes are locked onto my ass.
Men.
Jogging up to the nest, I don’t even hesitate before kicking off my shoes and diving straight into my nest-building mission.
Jace moves immediately, pulling out the sheer green curtains, hanging them from the ceiling, and draping them over the bed in soft, elegant waves.
He works silently, his body moving with that deadly efficiency he’s mastered.
But I don’t miss how his eyes flick to me whenever I stretch too far or arch too much.
Kingston follows behind him, weaving twinkling fairy lights through the fabric and across the ceiling, his movements precise and deliberate. “You’re going to get tangled in these, you know,” he murmurs, watching me out of the corner of his eye.
I grin, tilting my head. “Then I guess you’ll have to untangle me, won’t you?”
Something flickers in his expression—something dark, unreadable. But then he smirks and plucks one of my blankets out of my hands, just to be difficult.
Voss is right beside me, handing me pillow after pillow, his fingers brushing against mine just a little longer than necessary.
“Soft enough?” he asks, voice low, teasing.
I fluff a pillow aggressively, making a dramatic show of sinking my fingers into it. “Perfect. Unlike your attitude.”
Voss smirks, and I see a flash of teeth, sharp and wolfish.
Romano, meanwhile, is having the time of his life, arranging my Squishmallows on the dresser like they’re precious artifacts.
I pause, tilting my head. “You know, maybe they shouldn’t be facing the bed.”
Romano glances over, brow raised. “And why is that?”
I sigh, tragic and dramatic. “They might get traumatized.”
Jace snorts, Kingston shakes his head, and Voss lets out a deep, amused rumble that makes my thighs press together involuntarily.
Romano, however, full-on cackles, grabbing my giant mushroom plush, Mush, and turning it so it faces the wall.
“There,” he declares between laughs. “Now Mush doesn’t have to witness whatever unholy things happen in this room.”
I snort, finishing moving the blankets and pillows into the perfect shape. I sit back, studying my creation. I like it. I hum in appreciation.
Kingston steps forward, “Finished?” he asks, looming over me, his green eyes dark with heat.
I tilt my head back to look up at him slightly upside down.
He twists his hand in my hair, which hangs like a blue curtain.
I make a tiny noise in the back of my throat.
“I like it. You are such a good omega.” his voice is soft with an underlying sharp edge.
He gently kisses my throat before he lets me go. I can’t help but preen at his words.
“We have to head out to work. Would you like us to join you here if it is too late?”
I nod, smiling as Voss kisses me roughly, Jace kisses my forehead, and Romano gives me tiny kisses all over my face like he did at the wedding. I watch them as they leave calling out, “Have a good night at work!”