Page 161 of Dark Haven Omegaverse

It was shocking to see that most businesses were running as usual, as if the chaos further in town wasn’t going to affect them.

Were they truly this oblivious?

The answer was yes. Hadn’t the patients at Dark Haven done the same with demons running among them?

I couldn’t wait to see what the news reports said tomorrow. What intricate stories they would come up with to describe the impossible. It’d be a mess of scrambling for explanations while Dark Haven fought to regain full control.

Another rumble had Drake grabbing me and bracing against the nearest brick wall. It lasted for several long moments and I closed my eyes in defeat. I knew the portal was even wider now, like a gaping maw ready to swallow Dark Haven whole.

Even being outside did nothing for my mood. I felt powerless and frustrated and was getting really fucking sick of this.

I knew the moment I went back, I’d be demanding an audience with Hel. The ominous comments and zero answers were over.

If she gave me nothing, then I’d be walking out of Dark Haven completely, leaving her to clean up her own fucking mess.

The question would be, would the guys come with me? Could they? I was positive Vane would have funds stashed somewhere. It could help us hide away.

Even angrily thinking about running away made my chest ache. Monty and Kol could never follow, and I don’t think I could ever break them in such a profound way. Or myself. They were just as much a part of me now.

Monty had visited me before, but it was never for long. He was perpetually in and out of my life.

Here, he was a constant.

At least, he was until the portal ruined everything.

We started walking again. A few humans peeked out of the shops but shrugged and shook their heads, likely chalking it up to nothing.

I couldn’t help but drink in every shop and cafe we walked past. When this was all over could I visit them whenever I wanted. Would I no longer be a prisoner?

“A nesting shop,” Drake noted. “You know, I never really put much thought into how you omegas dealt with not having one.”

“I’m sure it’s hard for some. I think that’s why Layne likes the boiler room. It’s warm and closed over, dark and she has her things down there.”

“And for you?” he asked, his green eyes seeing right through the evasion.

“I’ve never had one,” I admitted. “We don’t need nests until we hit puberty, for me that hit when I was with my grandmother.”

“The one who tried to get you exorcized?” he asked, lips twitching in amusement.

“If only she could see me now,” I snorted, then the laughter bubbled out of me until we were both belly laughing at the thought. It was like a release of all the pent up emotion.

When we stopped laughing I decided to let him in a bit more.

“I’ve always wanted one but I’ve been on suppressors for so long now I don’t know anything else. Even with those the nestinginstincts hit sometimes but it’s been a lot worse since finding mates.”

“If we weren’t always together I have a feeling I’d be missing half my clothes by now,” he said, giving me a wink.

“You act like I haven’t done that,” I tease. His eyes widen but I keep walking ahead.

“We’ll get you a nest when this is over, Harlow. I promise.”

“Thanks,” I say, giving his hand a squeeze but not meeting his eyes. I don’t want to think about the fact he might not be able to give me that.

Drake stopped. “Would it be insensitive of me to say we should go get some ice cream?” Drake asked. We both ignored another explosion in the distance.

His statement threw me off so much I let out a startled laugh. I figured Drake would be ready to go full warrior mode, striking down any demons we came across like a vigilante.

Could a demon even be a vigilante?

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