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She smiles and lets me help her out of the car.
I’m in absolute awe of her. Older than me by four years, to me she is like a goddess, but one with an innocence that speaks to me. I want to protect her from any and all threats.
Elijah takes her bags and locks up the car, leading us into the courtyard and locking the gate behind us. Nik and Kaleb are already waiting in the kitchen with freshly brewed coffee.
“You are princes,” she exclaims, diving forward to grab the mug Kaleb holds out for her.
He grins and gazes at her with the same dumb expression we all have. She is the final piece to our puzzle, and we have finally found her.
Elijah locks up the backdoor, sliding across the new bolt as well as the old one, turning the key and removing it.
She watches him.
“That’s not for you,” I say with a chuckle.
She snorts. “Oh, I don’t give a shit if you lock me in. I’m not going anywhere. I wasn’t cut out for being held at knifepoint by drug dealers. Nice and safe.”
I smile, reassured by her words. We all are. “And safe you will be here with us.”
ChapterThirty-Two
Kaleb
Morgan smiles at Dylan.It’s a private, slightly sexy smile. I narrow my eyes and shoot him a curious glare. He avoids my gaze and that of the other alphas, focusing on her. Something has happened between them that is more than a kiss. I drop my stare to the carrier bag, knowing what’s in it. It was loud, and so was she. But that aside, I think Dylan may have helped her out before he left on the errand to get her the “omega special”.
“Let’s get you settled,” I blurt out before anyone else has a chance to say anything.
She flicks her gaze to mine, her smile no less bright but less sexy than the one she shot Dylan in the heart with.
“Thanks,” she murmurs and finishes off her scalding hot coffee before placing the mug down.
“What the fuck?” I chuckle. “Is your mouth made of asbestos?”
She snorts. It’s pretty, and her nose wrinkles up in a really cute way. “One of my not-so-many talents.”
“Don’t sell yourself short,” I murmur.
She shrugs, her face clouding over. “Didn’t get too much in the way of praise over the last few years unless they wanted something, or to distract me, I guess.”
“Fuckers,” Elijah growls before any of the rest of us can.
She smiles sadly and bends down to retrieve her bag where Dylan placed it next to him. I snatch it up before she can with a winning smile.
“Thanks,” she says and follows me as I lead her out of the kitchen without another word. Her scent is consuming me, which addles my brain. But I try to remain focused on walking to the back of the house to the guest room on the ground floor.
“I hope this is okay?” I ask, pushing the door open. “I can swap with you if you’d prefer to be on the first floor?”
Part of me hopes she declines. It will be easier for her to be down here and us upstairs while she is going through her heat. I already know that the rut is bordering on emergence. We all just need to take a step back, or things will happen that I don’t think she is ready for yet.
She steps into the sun-filled room, almost blinding in the low afternoon sun. I watch her as she takes everything in.
The room is decorated in a dark blue, the same as her blanket, which she has as part of her nest and is rolled up on top of the bag. It smells heavenly. I cannot allow myself to think about why. I just need to ignore it.
Heavy, dark blue velvet curtains hang from the windows, pooling softly onto the deep, tan carpet. Across the room, a double bed is covered in a tartan throw, and two armchairs sit, flanking the disused hearth. The room also boasts its own small shower room, with a small sink and toilet.
Morgan’s gaze slowly roams around the room. She crosses over to the curtains and pulls them half shut. I move across to the bedside table and flick the blue-shaded lamp on, casting a warm glow around the darkened room.
“It’s perfect,” she says, turning to me with that smile playing on her lips.
