Page 53 of Talk About… Trouble

“I’m not… it’s just weird, right?”

“What says bonding quite like a heat spike and fucking until we pass out?” Devon joked, cackling at the looks the alphas shot his way.

Even if what he said was a bit blunt, it was true. These men showed me they would care for me when I couldn’t take care of myself. The rest was easy.

I let out a breath. “Alright. Where do we go from here?”

“You eat,” Shepherd said, raising an eyebrow at my fork still sitting on the table.

“Yes, boss,” I said, spearing a bit of egg and taking it without breaking eye contact. Even after our night his eyes sparked with heat.

“Both of you are trouble,” he said with a shake of his head. He ran a hand through his dark hair, too short to really be effective.

“I’m honestly kind of sad I didn’t get to fully appreciate the marathon last night,” I admitted, trailing my eyes slowly over all four of them.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll gladly get naked with you anytime,” Nash flirted, that cocky but sweet grin back on his face.

“I’m going to be honest and say that the last thing I want to do is live apart now. How do we become a pack if we part ways now?” Devon pointed out. “I know there are things to figure out there, leases and such, but I’m not ready to go back and pretend this didn’t happen.”

“We have a pack clause in our lease,” I reminded him. “They weren’t going to stick a bunch of omegas together without having something in place.”

“True,” he said, chewing on his lip. I knew exactly what was causing this worry.

“Grace will get it, even if it’ll be sad. She wants us happy and if it was turned around, we’d want the same for her,” I said, giving his thigh a squeeze and leaning into his side.

He nodded, letting out a breath.

“You’re right. We can plan a night out again soon,” he conceded. “At least this time we have a pack to help us move.”

“And an alpha with strong strapping brothers and their packs,” Nash added. “We’ll have you moved in less than an hour.”

“You sure you’re up for us all intruding on your place?” Braxton asked Shepherd. “It’s the most logical since you have the animals.”

“Does this mean I need to find a new job?” I asked, dread pooling in my stomach. “You can’t be my alpha and my boss.”

“Says who?” Shepherd said. “If it makes you uncomfortable then I can just put the monthly amount in your account and you can figure out your own schedule. I’d rather have you here, honestly. I’ve never had anyone win over this ragtag bunch and you did day one.”

“He’s not wrong on that,” Braxton said. “My first day helping him I ended up with this.”

He held up his arm and showed a long, jagged scar on his arm. “Those goats are no joke.”

“They’re sweet,” I defended with a grin before looking back at Shepherd. “I don’t want a new job, but I don’t need your money.”

“It’s your farm now, too,” he shrugged. “What’s mine is yours.”

He turned to Devon with a raised eyebrow.

“Same goes for you, but I somehow already know this isn’t your cup of tea.”

“Living on the same land is enough for me,” he said. “But I make a damn good househusband, at least with cleaning. You better hire a chef.”

“What about a pack account, we can all put what we can monthly and pool resources for things for the pack, changes to the house, anything we need,” Shepherd said. “That includes or excludes the omegas, depending on what you prefer. We are fine either way, no expectations.”

“I want to contribute,” I said.

“Fine, but we only use that fund for pack things. If we want to spoil our omegas, we’ll do that separately,” Nash said, rubbing his chest and frowning slightly. “My alpha doesn’t like the idea of spoiling you from the same funds you add in.”

“That works for me,” I said, because I knew I’d be doing the same.

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