Page 48 of Enticing Little Omega

We ended the tour in her wing in her room.

A blank canvas of space with a bare mattress and nothing else.

My stomach twisted. We didn't even have any blankets on the bed. And the nest was even more bare than this.

"It's not much," I pushed out. "Yet."

She turned in a slow circle, then smiled at me.

"It will be," she told us. "It already feels more like mine than anywhere I've ever lived,includingmy apartment with Honey."

We left her to unpack then, and I lingered in the hallway a bit longer than I should have, just listening to the sounds of her moving around.

After a while—a very non-creepy amount of time—I made my way down to the kitchen where I joined the others. Drew offered me an open beer.

"I forgot how bare her rooms were," I told them. "We need to fix it. And the nest. Fuck, the nest needs to be done, and soon."

All of my pack members agreed with me.

"And she needs a darkroom," I growled before downing half the beer.

William blinked. "A what now?"

"A darkroom. You know, for photography. Little bit prefers shooting with film. So she needs a place to develop it."

Drew leaned forward, intrigued. "There's a great space in the basement. The old storage room. No windows. It has great ventilation."

"I'll handle the nest and her room," Annerly said, already pulling out his phone. "I have someone that can come here, and consult with her, get her what she wants.

"Drew and I will handle the darkroom while you work on the legalities of keeping her here with us," I told William.

He responded with a look that was almost a smile. "Look at you, being all bossy boots. Being an Alpha Daddy looks good on you."

I ignored him. "I'll be whatever our Omega needs. And right now she needs someone that helps turn this house into her home."

And I'll be damned if I fail at this one singularly important job.

Chapter 22

Annerly

Christa stood in the middle of the Omega wing, her fingers curling into the hem of her hoodie like she could shrink herself into the seams. Her bright, colourful hair was such a contrast to the leery expression on her face that I wanted to do nothing more than kiss it off her face. It was so contrary to the vibrant, bratty personality she’s shown us snippets of.

The room she was standing in had good bones. Large windows for light, thick carpeting that was begging for soft rugs, big bean bags and a warm fire. There was a little alcove perfect for a reading nook, if that was something she enjoyed and the walls were an empty canvas waiting to be filled.

But it was bare. Empty.

I leaned against the doorframe, watching her take a slow turn as if she wasn't sure whether she could really reach out to toucheverything. My heart tugged hard in my chest. As the Beta I've always counted myself lucky that I wasn't overruled by an overbearing Alpha nature, but I wanted nothing more than the ability to be able to pull her against my chest and purr for her so she could relax. Christa was still carrying so much hesitation and I wanted to wipe it away. But that wasn't something we could magically do with kisses and hugs in a few short days. It would take time.

"You know," I said lightly, stepping into the room. "it's almost offensive how plain this place is. It's begging for your touch."

She blinked up at me, those big eyes wide, wary. "It's fine. I don't need anything more. Maybe just some more blankets, pillows and an extra dresser for my clothes."

"It's your space," I said, dropping down to sit cross-legged in the middle of the carpet. "This room and your nest is your safe place. It's a sacred thing, princess." I tucked a stray hair behind her ear and she blessed me by curling herself around me, tucking her head under my chin. "We all know you're tough, Christa. Only someone with a crazy backbone could have survived everything you have. But that doesn't mean you should have to pretend to not like the softer things in life. You need a room that'syours. You deserve a nest."

She sighed before rubbing her head against the warmth of my sweater, marking me with her scent. When she looked up at me this time she smiled faintly. "You've already done so much for me. I can't ask you for any more. William is helping with Tracy. You're giving me a home. I don't... Annerly, I don't want to..."

"Be spoilt?" I offered, raising a brow when she trailed off, unable to complete her sentence. "Tough luck, princess. It's part of the deal."

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