Page 29 of Talk About… Trouble

“Don’t you have that already?” she asked, her voice a raspy whisper.

It wasn’t a no.

“I do,” I confirmed with a shrug like this was all no big deal when it was anything but. “However, it could always be bigger.”

She glanced between us and I watched my omega realize her strength all over again. A soft breath escaped her as she stood taller, and forcibly let the tension drain from her body.

“Okay.” Even her voice rang with confidence. Devon’s face went from worried to pure fucking sunshine, a soft dimple popping out as he smiled at her like she hung the moon.

I couldn’t wait to earn that smile, too.

“Let me take you both out on a date.”

“Before we agree, I need something to be very clear. If I’m in a pack, I plan to have everyone. I won’t be cast aside for female omegas,” Devon said, getting it all out in the open now. I loved that he was this honest, blunt, and open. It was refreshing to know where he stood and where we would stand.

“I’m happy to have you both,” I promised him. “You’ll matter just as much.”

“As he should,” Wren added as she snuggled into his chest. I don’t think she realized that she was burying her nose there, breathing in his scent.

I was positive we were mates as well. Maybe those assholes fucked up her scent, too, but I knew in my soul that they both belonged to me.

“Then yes, we’ll go on a date with you,” Devon said, glancing at her for confirmation. She smiled right back before giving me a shy smile.

“I’d like that.”

I knew I’d have to be gentle with her. Take it as slow or fast as she wanted, but I wanted her just as badly as I wanted Devon.

He’d made it clear that he had to matter just as much and I couldn't agree more. Many packs weren’t open outside of sharing heats with their omega. I didn’t want other alphas sexually, but I would worship both of these omegas with equal devotion.

All I’d ever wanted was a pack and it seemed I had to wait longer because I had been blessed with not just one, but two breathtaking omegas.

The patio door slid open and Mama poked her head in. “We can’t stay out forever. You guys good?”

I laughed and nodded. “Mama, these are my mates, apparently. Devon and Wren.”

Her smile was soft and happy. “We told you to be patient, didn’t we?”

Leave it to my Mama to tease me in a moment like this. Wren let out a laugh, shaking her head.

“I can see the appeal of a family this big,” she said as she gave my mom an open smile that was full of hope and longing.

“Do you have a small family?” I asked gently, unsure if it was a tough question. My eyes flickered to Devon, making it known it was for both of them.

“My family thought my designation was the worst thing to happen to them,” Devon answered bluntly. “Fuck them.”

“What assholes,” Mama muttered.

“Mine decided the drama of the trial was too much and they couldn’t handle the pressure of being in the spotlight.”

God, the pain in those words.

“Well, you’ve got a family in the Whitkars,” Mama said firmly. “And this town. Rockwood Valley is where we all come to find where we belong. True peace grows in these mountains and if you’re here, then you were meant to be.”

“I’m starting to realize that,” Wren said right as her stomach growled.

“Oh thank god,” Avery said, pushing past our mom. “I’m starving. Oh, and congrats, guys. Glad we’re officially sisters now, Wren.” She gave her friend a quick hug before focusing on opening the containers.

This should have been our cue to leave, but Mama caught me glancing around for my brothers.

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