Page 25 of Shades of Scars

“That is ironic. A simple coincidence.” I state in a bored tone, stuffing my free hand into my pocket so Wren can’t see the way it trembles with the news that one of my alphas is already in love with a big piece of my soul.

I’m kind of terrified to tell him.

Fucking hell. It’s only going to make his brand of obsession with me worse.

“I don’t believe in coincidences.” Wren smirks at me, and I roll my eyes, because it’s better than showing any real type of emotion on this particular subject matter.

Doing a complete one-eighty, Kate flips the conversation and shocks the hell out of me all over again. “Why don’t you show your alpha your nest, Scar? I bet he’d like to see where you lay your head down at night. You know, so he knows you’re safe and cozy.”

My mouth pops open when I turn back to face her. She has an evil glint in her eye, and I could absolutely strangle her for it. She’s playing a dangerous game here, though I’m sure she doesn’t care.

Rising slowly to her feet, she stretches like she hasn’t a care in the world. “I’m going to run down to Mrs. Fanning’s place and see if she needs help walking her dog.” Then she saunters out of the apartment, knowing full well the things she’s just done and put into play.

“You don’t have to show me anything, Sweetheart. I can get going if you want.” Wren starts to rise to his feet, and I scrambleup to join him. He gives me a sympathetic look, and that somehow makes me want to do the exact opposite of what he’s suggesting.

I’m going to have to kill Kate later for this.

“No.” I exhale in a deep sigh. Against my better judgment, I hold out my hand to him before I can second guess my life choices. “I want to show my alpha my nest.” I’m not sure why I say it like that. I blame it on the stupid omega hormones running rampant through my body at the moment. His close proximity is doing very little to help the situation.

His eyes are fucking smoldering as he lays his hand in mine.Fuck it. We’re doing this, I guess.My cheeks flame when I begin to perfume while I lead him from the living room and into my bedroom. I bring us to a halt in the middle of the space and slip my hand out of his to gesture towards my little makeshift nest on my bed. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s enough for me.

He stares at it for a moment, taking note of all the added things sent from them. He takes so long observing my nest, I start to fidget, nervous he’s not going to like it. It had never even occurred to me that I would want or even need my alphas approval when it came to my nest. Is this an omega thing I never knew about?

He turns to me then, his usually cool eyes blazing with an intense heat that steals the breath from my lungs. However, it can’t compare to the next words out of his hot as sin mouth. “You have such a pretty nest, little omega. You’ve been such a good girl, getting your nest ready.”

Fucking shit. I’ve heard stories of alphas giving their omegas praise for building their nests, but to actually be a recipient of that praise? It makes me fucking weak in the knees.

My eyes trail down the length of him, biting down into my plump bottom lip when I catch sight of the noticeable bulgein the front of his jeans. The sight of it definitely has my imagination running wild.

“Do you like what you see, Sweetheart?” His words are practically a purr, edging me on in a way that feels intentional. This alpha is going to be the death of me.

“C-can I have this?” I lift my hand and place it against his chest, my fingers slipping down the hard planes of his muscles.

He quirks a brow at me. “What, Sweetheart? My shirt?”

I nod, biting my lip harder. “All of it.” There’s a little bit of a growl to my words when my fingers twist in the soft fabric of the long sleeved black shirt he’s wearing.

His hands move to push his dark gray jacket off his shoulders. As soon as it hits the floor, he reaches one arm behind him and grasps the neckline of his shirt, before pulling it off in one smooth motion.

Liquid heat pools low in my belly when he hands it over to me. My inner omega is in complete control when I take the shirt from him and march to my nest, bending over to spread it out across one of my favorite pillows, before I turn back to him.

Wren Madden is a glorious sight for the eyes. Those tattooed sleeves on both of his arms end right at his shoulders, but he has an impressive Celtic piece that expands the center of his chest over his pectorals. It definitely helps him pull off the whole viking god vibe he has going on.

I’m so fucking here for it.

My heart stutters in my chest as he holds my eyes while reaching for the fly on his jeans. With expert fingers, he unbuttons them, and then he shoves them down powerful thighs that ripple with corded muscles until they pool at his ankles. He steps out of them before bending to pick them up and hand them over. It’s obvious he has zero reservations about this.

I clutch the warm fabric saturated in the rich scent of oranges and spiced brandy to my chest. Feeling bold, I bring his jeansup to my face and inhale his essence deep in my lungs. When I exhale, an obscene groan slips free from me, and he growls in response.

My entire body starts to burn the moment he takes a step towards me with single minded intent. “Scarlett.” He groans, the sound pained and full of heat and longing. It makes my nipples tighten in response, drawing his gaze down.

I inhaled the fabric of his jeans again. “Yes, alpha?” I breathe out, and his eyes darken further, if that’s even possible. I know I’m playing with fire, but I can’t help it.

My eyes trail down his powerful body until I reach the massive bulge barely concealed behind his tight black boxer briefs. “Can I take care of that for you, alpha?” I take a step back, moving towards my nest in an open invitation. He matches me step for step, until the back of my knees knock into the mattress.

“Do you want me inside of your nest, Sweetheart? Will that make you feel better?” He reaches a hand out, brushing his knuckles across my heated cheek in a tender promise.

“Yes, alpha.” I murmur softly, and I swear I almost come when I watch him climb into my nest. He takes up nearly the entire queen sized mattress, and when he cuddles down into my blankets and pillows, effectively coating my nest in his delicious scent, I almost weep.

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