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“Couldn’t be surer.”
He nods, giving me a look of respect and hands over the house keys.
“Does your mum know I’m coming?”
“She knows someone is coming over and she isn't going to get in the way.”
“Probably best she doesn’t know the details.”
“Exactly.”
Gripping the keys in my fist, I turn back to the Bentley. “Don’t tell Faith. I want to tell her myself.”
“Won’t say a word.”
“Thanks.”
I climb back into the car and head the way to the address that Derek sent to my phone, and I input into the Satnav.
A few minutes later, I’m pulling up to a rundown, crappy terraced house, and grimace at it. Poor Faith. She deserves so much more than this life she was living. Climbing out and locking the Bentley – Seb would kill me if it got nicked – I head up to the faded red door with the paint peeling off it and slip the key into the lock. I turn it and enter quietly.
The downstairs is all open plan and I see the frail looking woman by the kitchen sink, doing dishes. She turns to me, and it takes me aback how much Faith looks like her. Or would if this woman wasn’t bedraggled and beaten.
She gives me a smile, and then she ignores me and goes back to the dishes.
I drop the keys on the small round table and make my way up the stairs. Derek informed me that Pete spends most of his time watching TV on the bed, in the bedroom. Lazy fucker.
I shove the door open at the end of the hallway, enjoying the look of annoyance on his face that turns to surprise.
“Who the fuck are you?” he growls, hauling his arse off the bed. He is dressed in a grungy t-shirt and jeans, and he stinks of booze and smoke.
“Me? I’m your worst fucking nightmare.”
I bare my teeth and give in to the savage side of myself that rarely gets a chance to come out. I leap forward and land on top of Pete, ready to give him a taste of his own medicine.
ChapterForty-Seven
Sebastian
Not usually one to shy away from awkward situations, this one kind of takes the cake. I never in my wildest dreams thought I would be the one to fight for a family. I thought the omega we chose would be falling over herself in that department. Sure, my need to breed has always been there, simmering under the surface, but as soon as I caught Faith’s aroma, it developed into something so much deeper, more erotic and primal. The thought of impregnating her gets my dick so hard, I want to attempt it right now, even though I know it won’t happen.
We stare at each other as the grandfather clock ticks away in the corner.
“Fuck’s sake,” Faith blurts out. “That fucking clock is fucking annoying as shite.”
Unexpectedly, I laugh, easing the tension slightly.
“Look,” Faith says with a heavy sigh. “We obviously have a bit of a problem here. I don’t know what to suggest.”
“Me either.” I join in with the sighing, but coming to a decision. “I think the only solution is that we have to prove to you how much we care about you and that you will never be thrown out on the street. You hold all the cards, baby girl. We knew we needed you months before you even knew we existed. There is absolutely no way that you should be the one to bend. It needs to be us. I know that in my head. My alpha heart needs to catch up. If by your next heat, you aren’t ready, then I won’t pressure you, but know, please, Faith, I need you toknowthat not having a family will devastate me, so if you aren’t going to give me one, and you are just saying this because you think you should, then I really need to know now.”
“Why, so you can throw me out?” she asks coldly.
“No, so I can get used to the idea of not being a father.”
Tears pour out of her eyes, and it takes everything I have, not to do the same. She will rip my heart out if she says it’s not going to happen.
“Wow,” she says, blowing out a breath. “You really want me that much that you’d give up having a family? Are you fucking insane?”
