Page 30 of Talk About… Trouble

“They left you behind,” Mama said. “Grab a plate and join us but don’t fuck up omega night and make it weird.”

I laughed but secretly I was so fucking grateful she wasn’t kicking me out. The idea of walking away from my omegas sounded like torture.

“You guys can claim the couch,” Grace said with a grin. She looked just as happy as my sister did. Then again, that omega exuded sunshine at all times. Though, there was a little flicker of sadness that I knew was more about losing her roommates far sooner than she thought, and maybe a bit of her longing for her own pack. That was something I could sympathise on. Watching everyone else in my family find their packs was pure torture.

“Sidney is swinging by in a bit, she had to wrap something up and Ori just closed the shop, so leave them some food,” Avery said, eyeing me.

“Rude, sis,” I grunted, not bothering to hold back when loading my own plate. We bought enough food for them to all take leftovers home, too. The two late omegas would be fine.

As we settled into the seat, both of my omegas within reach, I realized just how torturous this movie was going to be.

The lights were low, the movie playing, and all I could focus on was how fucking close they were and how good they smelled. Wren was this gorgeous blend of cute but edgy and Devon was sweet and feisty. She had settled into his side so he was leaning closer to me, her head resting on his shoulder as she watched the TV.

Sidney and Oriana came in at the same time, grabbing food and snagging spots. We got some curious looks but they didn’t say anything, simply focused on the movie.

It felt like hours and hours dragged by until the movie was over. I was wound so tight I knew I’d have to fuck my hand in theshower just to relieve some of this tension because I knew they wouldn’t be coming home with me.

Which meant they were going back together. Fuck. That thought was going to haunt me in the best way tonight.

The credits rolled and then we were the center of attention.

“Okay,” Sidney said, giving me the side eye. “Spill. Why is an alpha here and what did we miss?”

“So subtle,” Oriana joked with a laugh, but she was just as curious.

“So, I have two mates,” I said without hesitation. “Devon and Wren.”

“Shut up!” Sidney gasped. “Both of you? That’s amazing, Nash!”

I was beaming and Devon looked shy. Wren had all but buried her face in his chest while the others gushed over us.

“Seriously, you guys are adorable,” Oriana said. “I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks,” Wren said. “Sorry we kind of ruined omega night.”

“Don’t apologize, this is so much juicier than the usual gossip,” Sidney said as she got up to make a second plate before changing the subject. “Did anyone hear they’re opening up a chocolate shop soon? I don’t know much but Mayor Adams has a big mouth and some old pack is planning to retire here by opening up a shop. I guess they were working in some fancy place in New York or something.”

Town gossip was just the thing to take the focus off of us. Wren fidgeted for a second before standing up.

“I’ll be right back, I need some fresh air,” she said quietly.

“You want company?” Devon asked.

“Sure,” she said, glancing at both of us this time. That was enough to have me standing up and giving Mom a nod toward the door to clue her in. She waved us off, too focused on Sidney’s gossip to comment more.

Night had fallen and the stars were out in full force now. Wren settled into a rocking chair, eyes locked on the view of the stars over the mountains.

“It’s so pretty out here,” she said with a happy sigh.

“I have land out here on the ranch. My dads left it to all four of us, the others have pack houses elsewhere but I hated the idea of not building out here.”

“Damn, just found mates and already planning to move in together,” Devon laughed, looking startled.

I froze, realizing how insane I sounded. Then again, I had no intention of staying alone when I had a pack forming.

“Why wouldn’t we?” I asked. “We’re pack and staying apart is complicated. You’ll need somewhere when your heat comes, right?”

“A shared apartment would make that complicated,” Wren said, fidgeting again. “But I’m not having heats. My omega is dormant.”

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