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Love.
Pure, untainted love, promises of new beginnings, and protection.
"Brody?" I whisper, second guessing myself. What if I'm wrong?
"What is it, beautiful?" The song continues to flow around me, the notes caressing my skin making my heart feel…lighter.
"Do you…love me?"
He doesn't even hesitate. "Of course I do."
Then, his hands clamber to a stop because I'm turning, throwing my leg over his lap so I straddle him.
Taking his face in my hands, I kiss him. I pour every emotion, every feeling, everykernelof affection I have for him into that kiss. Then he's standing, the piano bench scooting across the floor as he holds me to him.
"I love you too, Brody Benson." I murmur against his lips, and he groans, taking my mouth again before pulling himself away and calling over his shoulder.
"We'll be taking a brief intermission."
I giggle into his kiss as he takes me again, getting up the stairs as fast as he can without tripping and breaking bones.
When we come together, it's nothing like the claiming of the first time we had sex, or even just a few days ago in the frenzy of Miles' heat spike.
No, Brody takes his time, and loves methoroughly.
Chapter 50
Bethany
Sunday, I start to feel antsy. We were in the NeoTek building, courtesy of Mattie on Friday morning, but I kept feeling like I had to look over my shoulder. Pack Hansen needs to be dealt with.
Noah wasn't able to identify anyone on the cameras, just four alpha-sized men dressed in all black, wearing hoods and balaclavas.
They flipped off the camera when they stomped on the roots of my plants.
Hunter and Georgia have been tailing them, but after a week of nothing even remotely tying them to the case, his sergeant has ordered them to pursue other leads.
I brought up the idea of bugging their house to the entire pack this time, hoping that maybe Miles would be on my side, but nope. I was met with resistance all the way around.
It's too dangerous. It's putting me at risk.
The feeling of dread only intensified this morning when Brody told me he finally finished looking into my contract and doing his research. He said that he could not find a single lawsuit filed against the OMS in the last six years. Anywhere. No wrongful termination suits, no cases of omegas suing for any sort of reason.
A handful? Sure, that sounds right. But zero? For an organization as large as it is? Something doesn't seem right.
But the only thing I can actuallydoright now…my pack doesn't want to let me.
How many omegas are suffering right now because I was too stupid to see past Pack Hansen's lies? How many more will suffer because of me? I can't stand it.
That's why I find myself standing in front of Hunter, who is sitting on the couch with Miles' head in his lap as he strokes his hand through his hair. Miles' eyes are closed as he breathes softly.
"We need to talk." My arms are crossed, and Hunter immediately knows what I'm talking about.
"Bethany, we talked about this—"
"No, we talked about how I wanted to plant a bug, and you said no. This is different."
He gives a sigh, his head falling back briefly before making eye contact with me again. "How is it different?"
