Page 98 of Power Shift

I keep my eyes closed, grateful that I can hide because of my exhaustion instead of revealing my nerves.

“Can both of you leave something of yours in here before you go?”

“You want our scents around you?” Dash asks.

It’s too sterile in this bed. I’d usually say that’s a good thing because it means they were truthful about me being the onlyomega who’s been in this nest, but I’m close enough to my heat that I’m getting the itch to start my nesting process.

Obviously, I don’t know if I’ll be spending my heat in this room, but for tonight, my omega needs the reminder that they’re here close by.

“Yes, please.”

Jasper leans away from me and, a second later, sets a ball of fabric beside my head. I inhale the clean laundry scent and snap a hand up to grab the shirt, holding it close to my chest. Dash shifts by my feet before I get a strong whiff of peanut butter and chocolate. I clutch at the soft shirt he sets on my chest and sigh.

“Do you want something from Ronan too?” Jasper asks, tucking the sides of the comforter tight against my sides.

It’s such a childish thing to have done, but it makes a difference to my omega. The snugness of the comforter in addition to their shirts settles me, making room for sleep to sweep me away.

I manage to get a few slurred words out before the world turns black.

“Don’t forget Landon.”

The shrill soundof my phone ringing wakes me up from a dreamless sleep. Panic sets in when I come to enough to realize it’s Clover’s ringtone. Not even the strong scents of all four of my guys can soothe me the way they did when I fell asleep.

I search for the lit screen in the dark room, finding my phone plugged into a charger on the nightstand. My voice is thick with sleep when I answer the call.

“What’s wrong?”

She answers in a frazzled rush. “Those cursed alphas have been banging on Sadie’s door for the last hour.”

“What?”

I’m already out of bed and crossing the room by the time she replies.

“I told her to call the police, but she doesn’t want to deal with their questions tonight. I’m on my way there right now.”

“What are you going to do against them? Just wait for me. I’m coming.”

“You didn’t even text me when you got home last night! I’m assuming that means you’re still at the packhouse.”

“It was an accident. I fell asleep.”

She huffs, a door slamming nearby. “It doesn’t matter.”

“What’s the plan for when we get there? These aren’t kind alphas, Clover. Do you really think they’ll care if we show up?”

“I can’t just do nothing.”

I open the door and hesitate, stealing a final glance behind me. In the dark, it’s hard to pick apart the different aspects of the nest apart from the massive circular bed that looks bigger than it felt when I was asleep and the gauzy curtains draped around it.

“We don’t do noth—” I turn forward and gasp.

Ronan reaches for my arm, steadying me when I rock backward. He moves closer and pulls me into his chest. I melt into the embrace and take a long, deep breath.

“I’ll be there in a few minutes, Clover. Just wait for me before you go all Superwoman on those guys,” I say.

Clover snorts, and I can imagine her shaking her head. “We’ll see. Hurry, Bee.”

The dial tone follows her flippant agreement. It’s not incredibly comforting, but I don’t have time to stand here and contemplate whether she’ll listen.

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