Chapter 53
Kaiden
Sylvan has made some excellent choices since Revea has been living with us. One is deciding that every room needs to be amended for her. Which is why every workout ends up with us back in the nest.
Because even though Revea tries to pretend she isn’t watching us, we know she is. Her cheeks are always more flushed, and it’s so much easier to convince her to stop working when we’re in workout clothes or shirtless. Which is currently Luc’s tactic.
When all our watches vibrate, I ignore it. I’m spotting Val, and after this set, we’ll be done. Which means it’ll be time to persuade Revea—
There’s a squeal. Val immediately pushes up and locks the weight in place, both of us seeking out Revea.
She’s over Luc’s shoulder.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, dropping Revea’s laptop onto the chair and walking back inside with her. “To the nest.”
“Luc!” she screams. “I haven’t finished yet! And you’re all sweaty!”
“We’re about to be a whole lot sweatier, hermosa.” Then he turns to us with a grin. “Check that email.” And leaves with Revea still kicking.
I frown, pulling out my phone—
Subject line: Five-Year Plan (Updated)
Dear Nexus,
After careful consideration, I’ve made some amendments to my five-year plan as shown by the highlighted column.
Looking forward to your response. Please bear this in mind for all future events.
Kind regards,
Revea Monroe
P.S. Private jet not necessary, but would be ideal for privacy.
I open the attachment, finding a column highlighted in yellow, titled ‘Professional Support’.
And in every single box, for every event:
Nexus
Something settles low in my gut. A loud hum fills the bond. I don’t realise I’m smiling until Val swears softly under his breath, while Sylvan re-reads every single line like he’s checking for a hidden meaning.
But there isn’t one.
This is Revea being loud and clear. She’s choosing us. Now. In five years. For the foreseeable.
She just doesn’t know that’s forever. Not yet.
We follow Luc, watching Revea pretend she isn’t enjoying every second of being manhandled by him, as Val and Syl rush ahead.
In the nest, I watch them strip our omega naked, silencing any protests with their tongues, and I wait for the moment she melts into them.
Then click ‘Reply all’.
RE: Five-Year Plan (Updated)
Dear Ms Monroe,
We accept.
Yours, always,
Pack Vale