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She squirms, and I do it again. “Whose omega are you?”
“Yours,” she pants. “Always yours.”
I sit back and plant a kiss on the warm red spot. “Yes, Sugar baby. Always mine.”
ChapterForty-Five
Sugar
Laying snuggled against Nico in the warm sun, I smile up at him and then sigh. “I guess we’ve left the boys alone for long enough.”
“Don’t be too pissed with your parents, okay?”
Growling softly, I grab hold of my temper. “They are the masterminds behind all of this. All my life.” Annoyed with both of them, but knowing it won’t last. I get it, I do, but I also feel I have a right to be pissed with both of them for a little while. Fuckers. My whole life has been one giant chess board, being moved around by the king and his knight, which makes the metaphor of me being the pawn even more poignant and irritating.
Nico helps me stand up. He does his pants up, then bends down and runs his hand through the lake water to clean the sticky cum off my breasts before he buttons me up. Walking hand-in-hand, we walk towards the compound. Spotting the triplets by the wooden picnic bench, we pause.
“It doesn’t look like they’re done yet.”
I shake my head. “No, we’ll leave them a bit longer. Let’s go inside.”
We walk into the kitchen but then he pulls me to an abrupt stop. “You asked if I loved you…what about you, Sophia? Do you love me? I need to know if you do, or can…I have loved you for a very long time, Sophia. If you aren’t one hundred percent sure about this, I need you to tell me before we go any further.”
“I do. I feel it here.” I pat my chest.
“So do I,” he murmurs.
“Don't tell my parents about the baby just yet,” I mutter, having almost forgotten to mention this. “I’ll tell them after we’re mated.”
He chuckles softly. “Probably a good idea. Cesca is on the verge of killing someone already. If she finds out Trent is going to father her grandbabiestoday,I fear for his life.”
“I know, right.”
We share a smile, he wraps his arms around me, and I sink into his strong embrace, inhaling his delicious scent as he does the same to me, desperate to mate with each other but knowing we have to wait until everyone is with us. As we stand there, holding each other close, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. I have waited for this moment for what feels like an eternity. And now that it's finally here, I can hardly believe it.
I look up into his deep, dark eyes and see the love that burns there. It's a powerful force that draws me in, leaving me breathless and helpless to resist. With every passing moment, my desire for him grows stronger and stronger until I can't take it anymore.
I lean in closer, pressing my lips to his in a deep and passionate kiss. The feeling is electric as our tongues dance together, exploring each other's mouths with reckless abandon. We are lost in the moment, consumed by the heat of our passion.
Finally, we pull away from each other, gasping for breath. He smiles down at me, and I know without a doubt that he is one of the ones for me. Only the brothers could ever make me feel this way.
I know that we will always have each other to turn to when times get tough.
And with that knowledge comes a sense of peace and contentment that I've never known before. I am no longer alone in this world, and for that, I am truly grateful.
ChapterForty-Six
Cain
Spilling my gut-wrenching heart out to these two strangers who share the same blood as me has been the most challenging thing I’ve done since I left that house, never to return. But neither of them judged me or criticised or made me feel like my pain was less. Even with our differing backgrounds, I felt like they understood. I couldn't see that earlier because I was on the defensive for so long. But I do now.
Sitting on the picnic table with my feet on the bench and my head lowered, I sigh. “Sorry for being a dick about your childhoods. It’s neither of your faults that I ended up where I did.”
“It’s okay,” Trent says, resting his hand on my shoulder. “I wish we’d known about each other earlier, we could have come for you or done something.”
I shrug. “It is what it is. There’s nothing to be done about it now, and I think it’s time I finally moved past it and got on with my life.”
“Only if you want to,” Atlas says quietly. “You have every right to hold onto this pain.”
