Page 66 of Talk About… Trouble

No, I’m just feeling a bit run down. Maybe having my omega back is just exhausting.

Devon

Just get that cute ass home and I’ll have our nest ready

Our pack had gotten right to work when we got home from the store. A few hours of hanging lights and fabrics and padding it with tons of blankets and pillows, it was finished.

Now all of our combined things were in the main suite, and life felt like it made sense again.

The drive was short and I was practically stumbling by the time I got inside. Shepherd ran up as if he could sense my struggle, helping me inside.

“Are you alright?”

“Just really fucking tired,” I admitted. “Devon is waiting for me in our nest.”

Shepherd scooped me up easily and carried me upstairs. My eyes closed the moment I breathed in my bourbon and blueberry cheesecake alpha. The warmth, sweetness, and spice told me I was safe and could give into the bone-deep exhaustion that came out of nowhere.

I barely registered the alpha and omega talking around me as I was settled into the softness of our nest. A happy sigh escaped me as green apple and cedarwood filled my senses, my omega cuddling me close.

When Shepherd’s scent disappeared, I let out a whine that had him moving back.

“Looks like it’s naptime for you, too, alpha,” Devon teased. “Our omega wants you right here.”

“I’m here,” Shepherd rumbled, tucking us both close so his hand wrapped around me and Devon.

“Good,” I slurred before giving in to sleep.

The next thing I knew I was being woken up by someone crawling out of the nest.

“Sorry to wake you, little dove,” Shepherd said, his voice graveled with sleep. “I just need to move and check on the animals. I never finished my rounds.”

“Let me come with you. I think the fresh air will help wake me up.” I glanced over to see that Devon was already gone.

“You know that one can’t stay still for long,” Shepherd joked, helping me up. He brushed my hair out of my eyes, smiling softly as I stretched.

“I didn’t mean to sleep so long.”

“Your body needed it. There’s been a lot going on,” he said easily. He held a hand out for me, palm up, and I slid mine into his, letting him lead me back downstairs and outside.

It was the perfect temperature out, the air just cool enough to wake you up without having a chill.

“What’s left, boss?” I teased.

His eyes flickered with heat before he looked out at the pasture. “Someone has to convince Mabel to get her butt inside. I’ll handle the goats.”

“Leave Mabel to me,” I promised.

Heading over to her area, I could hear her snorting happily as I walked up. She had clearly been rolling around in her mud, the brown coating her black-and-white dappled skin.

“Hey there,” I said as I walked out into her pen.

She looked up at me with interest and snorted again in greeting. She had the most intelligent eyes, and right now they almost seemed to be daring me to try.

She wasn’t tense with me around, she was as relaxed as ever, but she also wasn’t budging. Stubborn pig.

“It’s time to go in for the night, sweet girl,” I said. “And if you don’t tell Shepherd, I might even have a snack for you in there.”

“I heard that!” he yelled from a distance.

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