Page 122 of Dark Haven Omegaverse

In a way, I was glad his mom would be moving down here.

It’d give him more of a reason to stay.

It was so fucking hard to keep them all safe and functioning. Drake wanted to isolate and run away, Monty was dealing with his own rebellious demons, Kol was protecting the building and running his own men, Roman was shutting down, and now Hiro was falling into his feelings.

I wouldn’t change anything about finding my mates, my pack, but to say I was overwhelmed was a fucking understatement.

“You don’t have to fix me, Harlow,” Hiro said. The blunt words had me looking up to find him staring into my soul. “I’m fine. At least, I will be. You don’t have to run yourself down. You’ll go crazy trying to keep your pack happy. We’re half crazy and half monsters. We’ll never be settled all at once.”

“How? What?” I stumbled over my words. Was I talking out loud again?

“Don’t act like we don’t have you figured out.” Hiro laughed. “I’m fine. Really. I mean, as much as I can be in this fucking mess. But I’m finding my place in the world for the first time. I’ve got you and Drake which I never would have thought possible. All I need now is a fancy weapon to kill demons with.”

“I can actually help with that,” Drake said. His voice had me jumping and turning around with a glare.

“What the fuck, I thought you left,” I growled.

“And miss this cute little heart to heart?” he asked innocently. Hiro threw a broken table leg at him, and he dodged. His eyes darkened, making the beta cower under its intensity. “Don’t make your alpha punish you.”

Hiro’s eyes went wide, smile dropping as his cheeks burned. He glanced at me, but I blew out a breath, fighting off the lust at the scenario painted in my mind.

“Okay, first, that’s fucking hot. I should have known Hiro was the type to want a Dom,” I said. Hiro laughed but it was more hysterical than before. “And second, how can you help?”

“Warded weapons. They won’t be as effective as yours.” He pointed at my boot where mine was sheathed. “But it’ll keep you all safe. I’m not giving Layne one for obvious reasons, but I trust you to be safe.”

He pulled a dagger out of his pocket, a leather sheath over the blade, and handed it to Hiro.

He took it and tucked it in his back pocket.

“Thanks, Drake,” he started but one raised eyebrow from our half demon had him correcting himself in a shaking voice. “Thanks, Alpha.”

“Good boy,” he said before leaving us for the second time.

“If you judge me, I’ll kill you,” Hiro mumbled halfheartedly but I was the last person who would judge him.

“Don’t worry, Drake wouldn’t do that in front of anyone else,” I said. “I’m not judging. Though, I will admit I had somevery dirty thoughts thinking about you two. I bet you’re sexy as hell when you submit to him.”

“I wouldn’t know,” he admitted miserably. “I can’t get out of my head to go any further. How do I get past this?”

“I’m not the person to ask for real advice like that,” I started, distracting myself by picking up some of the other broken furniture and depositing it in the trash pile he’d started. “When it was me, I chose to take my body back. I was tired of people taking things from me, and so I decided I was going to have sex on my own accord and went and told Drake to fuck me. It helped that it was him, honestly. At the time there was no connection between us. It was simply sex.”

“How’d that turn out for you?” he teased to lighten the mood.

“Well, he did decide I was his after that, and bit me, so I still won in the end.” I laughed before sobering. “Trauma is a spectrum. We don’t all cope the same and we don’t all heal at the same rate. Letting Drake take control might help you move past it. Then it’s not your decision but you’re still safe.”

“Will you be there?” he murmured. “With me and Drake?”

“Of course,” I agreed. “It’ll be such a hardship to fuck both of you at once.” He laughed at my sarcasm and relaxed. “Even if you don’t want me to join in, I’d be there for you.”

“I want you to join in,” he clarified. “And... thanks,” he offered, but I didn’t say anything back since I could tell he was mulling it over.

We worked side by side for a few hours, taking back our floor. I was covered in dust and sweat by the time we finished.

“I’m going to shower,” I told him as I tossed the last bit of trash in the pile.

“I think I’m going to journal in my room,” he said.

My sweet beta was still in his head, but I wasn’t worried. He had a lot to work through, and I couldn’t fault him for doing it on his own.

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