20. A Diamond In A Sea Of Coal
A Diamond In A Sea Of Coal
~NATHANíEL~
“ I ’m the ghost singer of Blooming Salvation.” The truth rolls off my tongue without a hint of regret. “I heard enough about your first interaction with my dear brother that meeting you in person would be my best shot at seeing who you’d like more.”
My parents always said this was my problem.
The spontaneous energy in me to act now and think later.
I’m not like my twin brother, who wastes oxygen and lung power talking all that shit. I dive into action head first and claim what I know I deserve.
That’s why I’ve been gone for so fucking long.
“Like… more…” This Omega’s voice is a tone I’ve never had the privilege of experiencing. A pitch of lyrical softness, emphasizing the feminine undertones that are so strikingly beautiful to acknowledge.
I know I’m overwhelming her because I haven’t toned down my Alpha dominance, but Nate was boasting all about his new Omega and how nothing can sway her away from him.
Since he’s so fucking amazing as an Alpha.
That theory was a bunch of bullshit because he’s done nothing to claim this woman truly.
I should show him a little lesson on dominance.
“A coward too afraid of love,” I offer her first choice, summarizing the truth of my brother’s insolence. That’s not a true indicator of how cowardly my brother has been since our sister perished, but why waste my valuable energy explaining the details of truth everyone can acknowledge despite knowing our family’s past in tragedy?
Leaning in further, it takes everything not to kiss her. I’m fighting it hard. This pulsing urge to claim her right now. I have to keep telling myself, ‘not yet.’ Again and again, but I’m struggling.
This man had all the time to talk with such a powerful goddess before him?
A shame he’s going to lose what he took all that effort to brag about.
“Or a man who will take charge and prove a chosen Omega who can handle our group’s madness deserves passion, admiration, and fun in this thing called life.”
My restraint is slipping away with every second that passes, our tense gaze making it hard to do anything else but admire her serene attractiveness. I don’t register how I lean in and take a pinch of her bottom lip in my grasp or how I suck it so effortlessly, allowing my body to hum with anticipation of what I dare hope will follow.
A kiss? Her touch? Her acceptance.
The shared intensity of our stare is broken by how her doe eyes lower to my lips. Acknowledging their presence—their power . I see the conviction in her eyes before her actions register in my brain, and I’m already responding in pure relief because she made the first move.
Her lips smashing mine in desperate need.
I’ve met plenty of Omegas across the world. Visited areas full of them, who would be willing to stop their lives just to be claimed by me, but out of so many options, I never met one who carried the boldness to initiate anything first.
They could be all submissive, on their knees and ready for the pleasure I could deliver, but my rejection would be just as loud.
My ability to walk away from it all because who wants a woman who just gives in because I’m a man?
I want to see the rebellion. The spark of feisty confidence. To grasp a woman who can balance both worlds.Most Alpha aren’t in the same league, but I never had the intention of being the same as my peers.
That’s why I gave up on this city and traveled the world to learn if this was just a phase or who I was.
Self-discovery is such a blissful adventure.
Now, look at this reward the moment I step back into the place I ran away from.
Her arms desperately try to reach my shoulders—our height difference is an obvious dilemma, yet this Omega isn’t letting it stop her from trying to climb me like a tree.
As if I’d let her spend so much effort.
It’s a breeze to lift her up, just as easy as it is to get lost in this thrilling connection. It’s mind-controlling. Extremely tempting to get lost entirely in its consuming orbit.
It’s odd to admit just how I’m enjoying this spontaneous passion.
Her scent amplifies, the sweet aroma filling my nostrils that are desperate for more. I’m sure she’s perfuming as if to drown me in her scent, making me want to kindle a purr of approval from her.
Motivations thrum through my being, encouraging my claim to take control of our intense kiss, my tongue tangling with hers until we’re lost in a sloppy, passionate kiss that makes the world around us spin.
I could get lost in this sensation forever—the whole interaction felt like a cosmic whirlpool of star-crossed lovers. My brain, even when entangled in lust and hunger, can already begin to plant the seeds of words and emotions.
A melody brewing… begging for its fruition.
If it wasn’t for the click sound, I would have multitasked in enjoying this beautiful Omega and creating a musical masterpiece in the depths of my mind, but I’m not stupid to play dangerous games with a Morrigan.
With one final deep kiss, I pull away enough to look at the slight confusion that forms in this Omega’s lustful eyes. They’re so pretty to peer into, especially with how close we are, but I’m confident this won’t be the last time.
Not after I’ve gotten a taste.
“Sorry, Rebel,” I apologize and further grip her ass, making her take a good scan of our position and predicament. Her plastered on me like an accessory. “If I ignore the gun pressed against my back, I’m afraid I won’t get to enjoy fucking you right. Gunshots are survivable, but spinal injuries would make it tricky for me to please our Omega.”
“G-Gun?” She gasps and leans over. “I-I-Icarus?! Why do you have a gun here? Wait. When did you come back? I have your phone.”
“I figured you did, seeing as I didn’t have it, but then I realized why Nate was blowing up every fucking phone in this house.” He sounds irritated before I feel the press of the gun leave my lower back, only to be lightly tapped against the side of the head.
“Ow,” I feign agony when we both know that didn’t do shit.
“And only violence can pierce through this fucker’s mind. Words only make him ambitious, and I can’t deal with that attitude unless I have two glasses of whisky in my system,” Icarus grunts. “As for when I got back, it was at the part you were climbing him up like a damn jungle tree.”
I have to look back to see the sense of reason and horror forming on her face, but aside from her blushing face, she’s pointing accusingly my way.
“H-H-He challenged me, and I couldn’t back down!”
“Of course,” Icarus mutters, but he doesn’t seem as mad in my books. Or maybe I’m hallucinating the slight sense of relief in the undertone of his voice. “You’re too stubborn to back down.”
“That’s a lie!”
“Mhmm,” There’s that pinch of amusement. “You’re gonna get down from there?”
“Why? She’s pretty comfortable with me holding her,” I taunt and grunt when he hits me again, a little harder this time.
“Who let you in?” Icarus complains.
“I think you forget your ‘fake ass client’ is a photocopy of me. Not the other way around,” I counter as a reminder before slowly turning around to try to face him. Probably was a bad idea with how grumpy he looks, seeing the way I’m cupping this Omega’s ass in front of him.
What does he expect? For me to drop her?
“Down,” he grunts.
“And drop such a precious Omega? That wouldn’t be nice.” I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy pushing Icarus’ buttons. He knows that. Probably the reason why we butt heads all the time.I get along with Kai better than Icarus. Apparently, I’m “tolerable.”
No fucks given.
“This is why I’m the leader because only I have self fucking control,” Icarus growls and practically steals the Omega from my grasp. She doesn’t seem to rebel against the swift movement, but I’ll admit, I’m yearning for her touch already.
Acknowledging that has me frowning in disappointment.
“Go sulk somewhere else,” Icarus grumbles while he lowers the Omega to her feet but has a possessive arm around her before she can even try to fix the t-shirt on her small, sexy frame.
Fuck, she’s petite and hot.
She’s looking up at me, taking me in from head to toe, and I can tell she has a ton of questions to ask.
“Define self fucking control?” I suggest.
“If it was Kai, Kenji, or even your failing anger management brother, you’d already have bullets in your brain,” Icarus answers without a hint of remorse.
“Yeah, probably.” I shrug it off like the idea of my potential death isn’t a big deal. “But who’s going to sing and make Nathaniel’s dreams come true? Not him.”
“Hold on!” The Omega has her hands up to stop us from continuing. “You’re Nathaníel…but I met Nathaniel.” She pouts those lips of hers that are red and swollen from our kissing dispute.
If you can call it that.
“He was a douche.”
There’s something about the way she says it that doesn’t just have me laughing. Icarus is chuckling, too, leaving her looking even more confused.
“W-What?!”
“It’s amusing how blunt you are,” I note with a generous smile. I don’t get easily amused, but there’s something about this Omega that lightens the atmosphere. Either it’s how adorable she looks asking questions and pointing out obvious facts, or her mere presence invites an uplifting mood. “Yes, that was Nathaniel.”
“But you’re Nathaniel.”
“Nathaníel,” I emphasize the pronunciation difference. “There’s a hint of French in there. My younger brother enjoys pretending like we’re only Italian. As if having a bit of French in your heritage is a bad thing. It’s probably because he was bullied in French class ‘cause he couldn’t pronounce bathroom, and the teacher made fun of him whenever he tried to excuse himself. That’s what happens when childhood trauma follows you into adulthood. Told him to go to therapy and jump on a flight to France to see the true beauty of our culture, but alas. He’s a stubborn fuck.”
“I’m not surprised,” she notes. “Though, I’ve only met him once. Then again, there’s a very big difference between the two of you.”
“Even though we look the same,” I conclude.
“Your hair is darker,” she emphasizes. “Eyes are different, too. A unique combination.”
“Got it from my mother,” I reveal. “Just like my jet-black hair. Nate dyed his a few times, so it fucked it up a bit. Either way, know I’m the better twin.”
“So you’re twins,” she declares like it’s a shocking revelation. “Wait. You never told me Nate had a twin. I thought you said just a sister.”
“Nate doesn’t like telling people I exist,” I speak up before Icarus can answer her, drawing their attention to me as I cross my arms and shift my gait so I can lean against the wall, giving them the perfect side profile. “Something about me being dead to him because instead of supporting him when our sister was murdered, I ran away like a weak fool.”
“M-M-Murdered?” I can see the sadness well up in those glimmering eyes. Fuck. I’ve never met an Omega whose eyes could be so mesmerizing to stare into.
Just to see a speck of sadness has me feeling odd.
Angry? Or… troubled?
The idea of her being hurt in the slightest already has me standing in front of her in a heartbeat. Lightly pressing a hand to her left cheek, her eyes lift to meet mine as I calmly gaze down at her.
“An event I’ve moved forward from while my brother hasn’t. Pretty much explains his behavior, but then again, he’s a man, just like me. If he wanted to heal from the trauma of the past, he would have done so. At least, so it doesn’t fuck up his future, but again. We all heal differently.” I lightly stroke her cheek with my thumb, hoping the pooling worry in her eyes would fade with my reasoning. “Needless to say, I’m the sibling he likes remaining in the shadows. Sadly, I was compelled to come by for two reasons.”
“Two reasons,” Icarus repeats, which means he wants me to hurry up and spill the tea for my unexpected arrival.
“Firstly, due to the Knot Their Omega Movement that launched two days ago, all Alphas abroad who don’t have an Omega need to return to their countries and are unable to return to their out-of-country duties until securing an Omega within their designated packs,” I reveal. “Secondly, with the Alpha’s return, you must prove your employment is still valid with your employer, and seeing as I secretly work with Blooming Salvation as their ghost singer, I have no choice but to return and talk to this one.” I point to Icarus and further smile.
“Which was why I came here, seeing as it’s easy to track your ass. For someone who works in intellectual privacy in all aspects, you’re seriously easy to find. Then again, I didn’t trace your phone. I traced my brother’s.”
“Of course you did,” Icarus whines. “Which means your brother is here.”
“Of course he is.” I go along with the sarcasm. “The only thing my brother is good at is fucking, yelling, and getting to A and B when his career is at risk.”
My eyes fall back on the Omega.
“Which actually makes no sense because why would he be fucking anyone when you’re in the picture, Rebel?”
“Rebel?” She arches an eyebrow my way. “Really?”
“You look like a rebellious Omega who would run an Alpha to the ground if you allowed it. Then again, I could be imagining your confidence and bold nature with my kinks.”
There she goes, blushing all cutesy like her cheeks were born to be red.
“If you’re into that stuff, I’m a knock away,” I encourage and further lean in so I can whisper in her ear. “I’ll even invite Icarus to join the fun.”
“Fuck off,” Icarus snaps, and I have to avoid his attempt to punch me with the gun.
“I told him he can do whatever he wants,” she announces when I slip my hands into my pockets and take a step back to give Icarus enough space not to throw the damn weapon at me.
As if that would stop him.
“While you’re in the picture?” It’s the first time my mind really isn’t processing what she’s trying to elaborate. “You’re their Omega, aren’t you? Your scent blends with Icarus almost perfectly. Why the hell would Nate be playing around with his scent match.”
Our scents match because fuck… I can tell we blend just as well.
I’ve been trying to ignore how the aroma in this tight space is beginning to get to my senses. I’m gonna need air. I think all of us will, but me especially because I haven’t fucked or enjoyed a good rut in a hot minute.
An Alpha staying and abstinence is an anomaly in our fucked up world.
“Temporary,” she answers. “At least for the sake of everyone keeping their careers, specifically Nate’s, but now that I think about it…” She trails off as she seems to be deep in her thoughts. Tilting her head to one side, she looks at me with intrigue.
“Did you say you’re a ghost singer?”
“That I am,” I declare with pride and even do a little bowing gesture. “Nathaníel Morelli Senior. You can call me whatever you desire, though with my brother around, if Neil is easier, go ahead.”
She stares at me for a hot minute.
“I’ll call you Nate or Nathaníel.”
“You’ll just confuse me with my brother.”
“You’re both legally under that name, yes?”
“Yes.”
“Then why should I call you something completely different?” She sounds annoyed. “That’s you conditioning your little brother. That’s a form of spoiling.”
I stare back at her as those very words resonate in my mind.
“Yes…” I finally answer.
“Which isn’t acceptable, especially if you’re the senior,” she huffs. “Nate and Nate, Jr. it is. He doesn’t like it, well, too bad. He can go back to his fake identity when you’re abroad again,” she summarizes like it’s a decision everyone will agree with because she proclaimed it. I like that…a lot. “And Ghost singer as in… you’re the voice of Blooming Salvation?”
“Bingo,” I declare.
“Nate, Jr. doesn’t sing?” She questions in horror and looks to Icarus as if she’s truly baffled by the news.
“He sings but not strongly,” Icarus reveals. “He’s inexperienced yet has been pursuing this dream for as long as he can remember. He got serious when his sis passed, and well… here we are, about to go on tour.”
“But… how the fuck did he pull that off?” She questions in shock and looks my way. “You’re telling me your little brother is a lead singer of a band, yet your vocals are on those records? Like… how does that even work for lives?”
“Well, to be frank, we haven’t tested that theory,” I confess, though I’m already taken away by how she’s so emotionally invested in something that shouldn’t even trouble her. Why does she even care? “Wanna know why it became like this?”
She’s all in on this because she’s bobbing her head swiftly in encouragement.
“My brother was complaining that he wasn’t getting any auditions and shit. This was before I decided to go abroad. He was convinced that the industry was too hard, and when Nate complains, it’s a constant nagging that gets into your damn soul. I was tired of him repeating shit, so I recorded the song he was using for the audition and submitted it,” I reveal and shrug. “Got a call back no less than eight hours. Fucking twelve in the morning, asking to come in for an audition at eight am sharp.”
“Talk about a way to make a point,” she notes but her eyes are glimmering with excitement. “Continue.”
I smirk at her obvious joy with this storytelling.
“I went in, slayed the audition, and got it. When I got home, I rubbed it in his face and was going to forgo the opportunity because I wasn’t going to cancel my plans to go abroad just to be a part of some band. They ended up calling my brother, assuming there was a typo in the spelled names, and I decided to back off ‘cause I wasn’t interested in being a part of a band.”
At the time, it felt like I hit two birds with one stone. Nate got his lead singer career, and I got to ditch the world and embark on my own journey.
“Not to say I don’t enjoy music creation and singing, but at that time, I wasn’t in the mindset.” Those times were dark. Too dark. I needed a distraction. Not a career that would require me to show up in the world.
“What did you go abroad to do?” She asks.
My smile only widens.
“Tattooing.”
She gawks at me.
“You went to another country to become a tattoo artist?”
I bet she thinks I’m bullshitting her. I’m not.
“Where are the tattoos?”
“On me?” I ask her and chuckle lowly. “Everywhere, but I don’t mind being stripped down so you can see all of them yourself.”
“I-I-I didn’t say that!” she whines and is a flustered mess. “Ugh! It’s too hot.” She wiggles out of Icarus’s hold before he can protest.
I can tell he doesn’t like not holding her, but he doesn’t protest against it either. I figure I should wrap up this storytelling for all of our sakes.
I’m getting far too horny with how this woman is check-marking every box in the Omega standard department.
Every fucking one.
“Yes. I traveled mostly to Europe because there was a specific style of art I wanted to portray in my technique that required me to go abroad. It wasn’t as spontaneous as it sounds. I got recruited after showing a few samples to a mentor who wanted to take me in and give me a place I could practice and learn with real clientele who wouldn’t go anal if I fucked up.”
My mentor saved me from how I was spiraling. I would have been acting foolish like my brother, only my need for drugs and alcohol would have landed me six feet under faster than we could bury our sister.
“When I tattoo, I don’t need to think. I don’t need to question what I’ve done wrong in life. Why I couldn’t be stronger? Smarter. Faster. Richer. Fucking perfect. There’s no need for that,” I confess and close my eyes for a moment. I’ve never shared this with anyone. Not even my parents. “All I have to do is focus on the creation I’m about to permanently ink on another. How such a drawn piece will carry a mark on my client. A memory. A reminder. A visual of pain and power that will give them strength to keep going in this wild world. Some tattoos truly save people’s lives, especially Omegas.”
“You tattoo Omegas?”
Her whisper encourages me to open my eyes to see her solemn expression.
“Mhmm,” I reply and allow my gaze to soften on her. “You know how many tattoo artists take Omega clients as an Alpha?”
When she and even Icarus shake their heads, I further smile.
“None,” I reveal. “Until I finished my practice and launched my own studio. At first, they had to have permission from their Alphas to get it done, and one of them had to be present to ensure nothing sexual went down. Once word got around that my tolerance was high and I wasn’t easily swayed by Omegas, my practice grew. With the amount of success I gained, I got permission from the government to tattoo pack-less Omegas as well. That’s when I hit a new time high in business because tattoos hold a unique sense of control and power among Omegas.”
“Because it’s something almost forbidden that you’re allowing them to have. Like they’re going against the common rules of requesting permission from those who should own them to lay a mark they get to choose and not anyone else,” she summarizes. “Wow. That’s… life-changing.”
“I’m glad you see the vision,” I whisper in return. “A lot of Alphas don’t get it, but we’re not very good with thinking with our brains.”
She giggles while Icarus rolls his eyes. He knows I’m right.
“But now… you’re back,” she points out the obvious.
“Sadly. Unless I can prove I have an Omega, my biz is on hold. A bit of a pain since I’m booked out for two years, but I’ll just have to work around it until I figure shit out.”
She frowns at the news before she leans her head back to see Icarus, who I realize is back to standing behind her.Even his arm is snaked around her. He doesn’t like not being in close proximity to her.
I’d never admit it to him, but it’s nice to see.
Especially when he’s such a closed-off, emotionless fucker.
The only one in the pack who shows his emotions easily is Kenji.
Then again, he’s fucking mad… but I guess I don’t blame him.
“Can’t we do something?” she asks Icarus. “I mean… is he a part of your pack?”
“Not really,” Icarus says the truth, which kind of makes sense since we haven’t been super close since I’ve left. Since the riff with Nate, I guess they all just let me float away and do my own shit. “But it’s not like he’s a stranger. We were all friends. It’s just…”
“Nate, Jr. Yeah,” she brushes it off as if she already knows what my little brother’s response is going to be. “We’ll deal with that later.”
‘We?’ She’s going to help?
“What are you thinking?” Icarus asks.
“Can’t he just tag along in our scheme? I mean, it’s temporary,” she offers and tries not to look embarrassed as she speaks the next part. “And… it’s not like we don’t have chemistry. Though, I had no intention of climbing him like a tree. It just kind of happened.”
“I’m proud I have that effect on you, Rebel,” I tease.
“Shut up,” Icarus huffs my way.
I pull my hands out of my pockets so he doesn’t attempt to shoot me for the hell of it.Icarus would fucking do it too.Say it was an “accident”.
He’s done that with a paintball to my balls.
What’s a gunshot or two?
“It’ll only be three months, which isn’t long, and from the looks of it, he’s going to have to come on tour with us, won’t he?” She points my way. “He’s the apparent ghost singer of the band. I don’t know how the hell you guys are going to pull that off with live performances, but if he’s going to have to pretend to be his younger brother for performances while Nate Jr. does the press and model stuff, then he has no choice but to stick around.”
She sure knows a lot about tours and shit. Wonder why?
“I don’t like it when you speak logically,” Icarus mumbles.
She spins around to face him, just to slap at his chest.
“I always speak logically!” she argues.
“Not when your ankles are on my shoulders and I’m eating you out like the best dessert in the world,” he says so smoothly, she’s literally flabbergasted into speechlessness. I wish I could see her face because I know it would be beet red. “I rest my case.”
“Ugh! I’m leaving. I can’t be around your annoying ass!”
She’s going to stomp away, but he has her in seconds.
“Alright, I’ll stop teasing you,” he hums and kisses her lightly on the cheek. “Do you seriously want Nathaníel in the pack?” he genuinely asks as they share a look. “Temporarily,” he adds and gives me a quick glare. “Only temporarily.”
I shrug in agreement, though I’m fighting off a smirk.
Unless I’m signing a paper agreement, there’s wiggle room for alterations in this plan.
“Yes,” she emphasizes. “I don’t want him to lose the career he’s worked for, either. He’s helping Omegas all over Europe, and who knows? Maybe that need is here, too? He may not be able to travel right away, but he can keep busy while we’re doing the tour stuff. You’ll have to figure out the music ghost singing stuff, but if he joins us, it won’t be a big deal. I think the only problem is how similar he looks to Nate Jr. Aren’t people going to question it?”
“I don’t look like this when I ink people up,” I reveal.
“What do you look like?” she asks.
“Won’t know unless you get a tattoo from me, Rebel,” I conclude and shrug before a timer goes off. Frowning, I look at my watch, realizing I gotta take my rut shit.
I hate how it’s like fucking birth control. Take it at the same time every day, or you’re fucked.
No wonder why women hate that shit.
The only difference is rut blockers don’t compete in the grand scheme of ruining our hormones like birth control for women. They do have other long-term effects that I hope will skip me.
Then again, maybe this strike of fate can change the odds.
“Then sign me up!”
I need a moment to register what she just said.
“What?” Icarus questions.
“What?” I repeat the word because I didn’t comprehend what she said.
“Give me a tattoo,” she urges and points to her arm. “I want one. A big one. On my arm. Slide me into your schedule.”
“He’s expensive,” Icarus states as if I need a reminder of my prices.
I am expensive, but no one knows I do a secret rate for Omegas, so any of them, rich or poor, can get one.
I don’t mind working for free if it means giving them strength in their predicament. I can get loads of money from cocky, narcissistic Alphas who spend more time checking themselves out in the mirror than paying attention to their Omega.
“I can afford it,” she reassures him. “Just throw me in there.”
I stare at her for a long minute.
“Fine.”
“Fine?!” Icarus gasp. “You said you’re booked out for two years!”
“I am,” I agree. “But I can’t do shit all the way in America, now can I?” When he can’t argue back, I smile. “So suddenly, my schedule is wide open.”
“We need the others’ approval!” Icarus emphasizes.
“Aww, look at you, acting like an Alpha,” I sweetly state in a mocking manner that I know makes his blood boil. “You’re going to make it easy for Rebel to pull off a rebellious act like getting a tattoo against her Alphas’ wishes.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Icarus growls.
“It’s Astraea,” she announces, drawing my attention to her as she slips out of Icarus’s hold so she can take the needed steps to stand before me and offer her hand. “Astraea. That’s my name. I didn’t get to introduce myself. I go by Rae for short.”
“Astraea,” I repeat her name, loving the unique power in the name. Goddess material. “Rae the Rebel Princess. Got it.”
“I’m not royalty,” she huffs and watches as I shake her hand, only to further grasp it so I can lift it until my lips press against the back of her hand. I can see the visible shiver that runs through her.
I can also see the primitive hunger in her eyes.
Not to mention the shift in the aroma surrounding us.
Fuck… just imagining her pooling with slick for me…
I have to stop thinking.
“In my books, you most certainly are,” I try to say as calmly as possible and add a wink. “So let me be a good prince and take my leave before my brother comes barging in here because if he uses that brain fast enough, he’ll probably track me down.” I move away despite how my body is screaming against it.
After working on Omegas for a few years, I know my limits, which is why I have to leave, or else my morals will be thrown out the fucking window when it comes to not fucking this beauty in my midst.
“Plus, I’m starving. I’m gonna order takeout for dinner. You guys want Chinese?”
“Sure,” Icarus agrees, sounding tired. “Anything to get you out of here.”
“Just admit you’re horny and want a little appetizer with ‘our’ temporary Omega,” I say as I pass him. I hurry to the door when I hear the safety going off on the gun. “See you downstairs!”
“Icarus! Don’t shoot him.”
“Hmph. Whatever,” he dismisses, but I can tell he’s annoyed he can’t do shit to me. From the groan sound that follows with a quipped moan, I’m confident I’m the least of his concern now that he’s alone with Astraea.
Rebel Rae.
I’m chuckling at that, but the moment I walk away, I realize how my heart is aching at being away.
Shit…
I knew meeting the right Omega could turn your life upside down in an Alpha’s world, but I truthfully never believed the power dynamic it carried.
Taking a deep breath, I pull out my phone, looking at the image of me and my sister.
Stolen from us because she couldn’t be matched with a better set of fuckers…
“It’s only temporary,” I whisper, trying to convince myself the ultimate truth. “No matter what, I’ll treat her right… so nothing bad happens like it did to you, baby sis.”
That’s a vow I know I can commit to.
The only problem is whether Nate Jr. can do the same.