41. Second Chance
Second Chance
Evangeline: Two Weeks Later
“You need to apologise to your brother.”
The words fly from my lips. I can’t hold it in anymore. For the past two weeks, he has been brooding over this. I cannot take it anymore. Dain has been reaching out nonstop. His mother won’t stop messaging me, trying to fix everything. But Cas has locked everyone out, apart from me.
His arms tighten around my waist, keeping me firmly on his lap.
“I will be doing no such thing.”
He reaches over me, grabbing his bean water and taking a sip.
I twist in his arms to face him. He doesn’t get to tell me no.
“He’s your brother. He didn’t mean it. He was angry. I’ve already forgiven him.”
I’m not lying. Dain and I have been talking for a little over a week now, and I understand that it wasn’t about me at all.
He’s going through something, something only his brother will understand.
He’s actually a nice guy when he’s not threatening to kill me.
Though let’s be real, I have no leg to stand on when it comes to murderous tendencies.
“I haven’t. He doesn’t get to insult and threaten my mate and get off scot-free without consequences.”
“You forgave Browen? The broken nose and permanent ban from the Council building aren’t consequences? Anna, and your mother being mad at him aren’t consequences? What more do you want?”
Anna can be scary when she wants to be. Listening to her list all the things she’s going to do to him for what he said was eye opening.
I might kill Alphas, but I am not that creative.
She can call them ‘pranks’ all she likes, but it’s more akin to psychological and physical torture.
Most of which revolved around his penis.
“He hasn’t even apologised.”
He has. Painfully often. He even tried sending gifts, but I told the concierge not to let any up. The last thing Cassius needs is to think his brother is trying to romance me.
“Have you given him a chance to?”
I have him. I know I do.
It’s been two weeks of silence. Not a single word spoken to a family member, not even the kids. I know he misses them. I found him rocking Apollo to sleep the other night. Though I wasn’t going to interrupt the pup being pampered, he deserves that every night.
“I’m still so angry.”
His shoulders slump.
“I know.”
“But. If you really want me to. I’ll talk to him. At the very least, I’ll give him a chance to apologise.”
I grab his face and bounce on his lap.
“Really?”
I can’t believe that worked. Daisy was right. These Alphas fold under the tiniest amount of pressure. Though I believe she worded it as ‘they would do anything for the person they love the most’. Anna said, ‘pussy whipped’. I’m still deciding.
“I would do anything for you. Though I don’t understand how you aren’t angry at him.”
“Because at one time, for a moment, I thought all of those things about myself and worse. I can’t really blame him for having the same thoughts. He didn’t have all the information. He does now, and he’s learnt and grown. Plus, he’s family and I would really love to have more family.”
“You are going to regret saying that.”
* * *
“Hi,” I wave to the camera.
My parents grin, their faces filling the screen.
“Hi, Evie. How was everything with the Council?” My mother asks, worry etched on her face.
They wanted to stay and come with us to the meeting, but I insisted they went home.
Not because I didn’t want them to come, but I felt like it would have been harder to explain everything with them there.
I knew Cassius would be on edge enough with Alpha Browen being there, and then there was the curveball of dynamite Alpha Dain being invited.
I had Auggie on my side and figured they could support from afar.
We’ve been talking a little, but between them travelling back home and Cassius being moody, we haven’t had a proper catch up.
“It was fine. We’re mated now. There’s nothing much they can do. They waved their power around, but nothing came of it. I’m still in school, nothings changed. Cassius had a moment with his brother, but that’s a whole thing, and I’m honestly trying to forget it. How has everything been back home?”
Thinking of another country as home is wild. Though it will never really be home, I do feel a sort of connection to it, although that could be the love I hold for my parents. This is home, and it always will be.
“You can talk to us about anything, but I’ll leave it alone for now. Things are good here, but there’s something we wanted to ask you.”
My heart thumps in my chest.
“Okay?”
“We want to move closer to you.”
“Really?”
They have entire lives there. Jobs, friends, family (I have cousins. That’s a weird thought).
“You come first.” My father jumps in.
“We’ve been talking about it. Since being home and not getting to talk to you much, we’ve missed you. There’s been a hole in our lives ever since you were taken, and now that we have you back, we want to be a part of your life. We want to be there for this chapter, when you have kids, all of it.”
“What about your jobs?”
I hate to think of them leaving what they love behind. They created a life after I was gone. One where they loved their community and protected children. I don’t want them to give that up.
“Our work will move with us. There’s nothing here that we can’t do with you, or we can work remotely. We will work it out, but we don’t want to be here anymore.”
They both watch me, so much emotion and assurance on their faces.
How would it feel? To have my parents here? I could see them, talk to them, I would have them like I have Auggie.
A smile pulls at my lips, and I know I have an answer.
“You really want to do this?”
“More than anything.” My mother says.
“We’ve been gone two weeks and we miss you so much.
I’ve cried nearly every day since we got back.
Your mother has been packing already. We didn’t want to pressure you or bring anything up until we had a look at the logistics of everything.
But we can do it, we can move if you want us.
And to be honest, honey. It doesn’t feel like home here anymore.
The memories that we clung to are gone. You are real.
You are alive and here. We want to make new memories and leave this life behind. ”
They really mean it.
“I would love that.”
“Then it’s done.”
We must have talked for over an hour about all the little details of their move here.
They showed me around the house, telling me that if there’s anything I want, they will bring it with them.
It was strange to see a place I have only ever visited in my memories, but it was nice in a way.
A final look back before I focus on the future.
The house is like something out of a dream, and I can only hope that I can convince Cas to go house shopping with them so that their tastes rub off on him.
I want a princess house, a fairy garden, a cottage. Anything other than a grey brick.
“Any news?”
My mate leans against the doorframe of his office. His muscles strain, his arms crossed over his chest.
I want to lick him.
My scent perfumes and his lips curl, showing me his sharp canines.
“Focus, Angel.”
I snap my head away from his growing bulge.
“Right. My parents want to move here.”
He nods slowly.
“How do you feel about that?”
A smile stretches across my face, and I bounce a little in my seat. My horny scent is replaced with the happy and gleeful scents of freshly cut grass and cherry.
“Amazing. They want to be here. For me! It’s everything I ever dreamed of. I’ll have a whole family.” I pause. “Our parties are going to be massive.”
The thought dawns on me. His family and friends, plus mine and the apparent brood of children he wants. Insane. And to think I was once alone in a shed with nothing but a grumpy raccoon for a friend.
“Good. I told them you would be happy. I suggested they just show up, but they wanted your permission first.”
“You knew?” I accuse.
I can’t believe he didn’t tell me.
“Angel. I suggested it. You were alive when they were here. I saw a piece of your light dim when they left. I’ll do anything to keep you happy.”
I surge up from behind the desk and throw myself into his arms. My lips meet his, passion and love pouring into the exchange.
His hands grip my arse cheeks, anchoring me to his body. Teeth clash and tongues tangle.
“I’ve been thinking about doing this since you broke in.” He growls against his mating bite, my neck tingles, my scent gland exploding with my scent.
“Doing what?” I gasp.
He throws me onto the sofa, over the back, and plasters himself against me.
Cold air hits my exposed core as he flips up my skirt, but it doesn’t last long.
His warm breath causes me to gasp. He doesn’t wait for me to catch up.
Pulling my panties to the side and sliding his hot tongue along my wet pussy.
I grind back into his face. His hands hold me open, spreading me wide so his tongue can slide inside.
He alternates between sucking on my clit, getting me to the very edge of cumming before sliding back to my opening.
Each time the urge to cum comes quicker, and each time he knows moving before it can happen.
I scream out in pleasure.
Tears prickle my eyes.
“Please,” I beg.
He pushes his front to my back, rubbing his long, hard jean covered cock against my core.
“Is this what you want, Angel? You only have to ask. After all, I would do anything for you. I’m pussy whipped, remember?” He growls, licking the back of my neck and thrusting his hips against me.
Fuck. He saw the text Anna sent.
“Please. Please. Please.”
“I want the words.”
“Fuck me!” I yell, my cries muffled by the fabric of the sofa.
“Hmmm. No.”
He thrusts, his hands wandering my body, grazing all the right spots but refusing to stay long enough for them to be anything other than a tease.
“You promised.”
“I changed my mind. I want an apology.”
“I’m sorry!” I say immediately.
I need to cum. I need him inside me.
“I don’t believe you,” he growls in my ear.
His voice is so deep, so low and full of need that it alone almost makes me cum, but like every other part of this interaction, it’s not quiet enough.
“I am. I’m sorry. I didn’t even say it!” I argue.
“So you’re not sorry?”
Fuck.
He pinches my nipple, pulling at the puffy, needy thing through my thin top.
“I almost believed you. And you’re not even sorry.”
“No. I am. I am sorry.”
I writhe beneath him, but he’s so much stronger than me. My efforts are futile. I whine, desperate for him. I rock back into him. I need him.
“Okay, Angel. I believe you. You’re so good for me, aren’t you?” His voice slithers inside me, silky and soft. It lights a fire in me.
The sound of his jeans unzipping is music to my ears. My needy whines get louder, my scent perfumes the air, and my slick drips down my thighs.
He pushes his hard cock into my waiting pussy and my whole body comes alive. We move together in an animalistic need.
I push back. He thrusts forward.
The sound of us together makes me moan louder.
His muscles tensing along my back, and my stomach squeezes in response.
“Fuck,” he groans.
An arm wraps around my waist, another in my hair. I am his to use, and I love every second of it. My back arches, my head tilting back, following his pull. His tongue swipes along my neck, lingering over his scarred mating bite. My scent gland tingles, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.
My pussy clenches around him and my legs shake.
He moves, his fingers making their way to my core. He slides his fingers against my pussy, touching where we connect. Coating himself in us. With a wet touch, he circles my clit. Rubbing hard enough, I can’t decide whether I want to thrust back into his cock or forward to his hand.
With the combination of his fingers, cock and tongue against my neck, I cum.
I plead, beg, and cry out. I pulse around him, my pussy fluttering against the stretch of his girth.
He groans and I can tell he’s close. His thrusts become more erratic, his hands touching without direction.
Sliding against my stomach, coating himself with my slick, holding my neck and pulling my nipple.
It’s like he can’t decide what he wants more. All of his thoughts are consumed by me.
His knot presses against me. He pulls out, clutching my hair and turning me to face him. I slide onto my knees, and stare up at him. Cock in hand, knot straining at the base. A look of desperation on his face.
He grasps my chin and climaxes.
Hot sticky cum spurts on my face, covering me in his scent.
His chest heaves, his hips stuttering as the last drops dribble from the head. He falls to his knees and pulls me into his arms.
“You are perfect.”
He swipes his tongue through the mess he left on my cheek.
“Gorgeous girl.”
He whispers as he licks at the cum on my mouth.
“Such a good Omega.”
He flicks his tongue against drops on my face.
“You are everything to me.”
Our lips meet. This time there is only love. Slow and gentle we meet in the middle. Lips touch. A stolen moment of calm after passion.