Chapter 29 Casey
Casey
They are asleep on the couch. It’s adorable. Neither of them had sex with me, but they kept me coming all day. I blush as I remember those moments and then frown when I feel myself get aroused again. I reach between my legs, moaning at the feel of my cool fingers on the overheated flesh.
I eye Angel and Hazard for a moment and then shake off the idea.
Still, the unease settles deep, pushing me to a place I don’t recognise.
I creep out and consider the hallway for a long moment, but something else pulls at me.
I prowl through the kitchen; the cool night air does not even touch how hot I feel.
I open the linen cupboard and reach for the hidden handle. I open it, turn on the light, and slowly descend into my secret.
My den. My nest.
I inhale and frown at the cleanness of my nest, at the lack of scents that are mine. I prowl over to the bed and study it. Not right. It’s not right.
I pick up a blanket, twitch it aside, and sink into the compulsion to set up my nest exactly the way it should be.
Everything is folded just right; the scents are strong. The walls are closing in exactly the way I like it. I pace around, checking everything again, and then turn.
I pad up the stairs and out of the house, shifting into my wolf form.
I go to the first tree and scratch against it. Leaving deep grooves in the trunk full of my scent. The second one I rub on. I jog around the territory, making sure my scent is strong on everything, but slowly spiral my way back to where my nest is.
I creep into the cabin, pausing at the door to where the alphas lie sleeping. My scent has put them to sleep, giving them a moment to gather the energy they will need to become my mates.
With my teeth bared, I turn and pace slowly through my house, touching and making sure everything is sorted. I bolt the front and back doors and pull the shutters down on all the windows.
Until there’s no chance of someone getting in without us hearing it.
I pace around the house until something in me settles, then I descend into my nest.
It’s perfect, but it can always be a little more.
I prowl to my bed, ignoring the clench of arousal, the way my body suddenly seems alive.
My scent, which was sweet and intoxicating, suddenly gets sharp. A minute later, I hear my alphas wake and walk unerringly towards my nest.
I strip out of my clothes and kick them away, curling my toes on the thick, soft material I’ve layered on the cold ground.
The heat presses in on my mind. I fight it because I’m scared, but, in the end, it can’t be denied; I’m pulled under.
When I open my eyes, I’m an omega, and Casey is gone.