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“Good girl,” he murmurs, ghosting a kiss across my lips. “Now, get your sweet ass in the car. Let’s get you home.”
Home. It’s no longer the massive estate I grew up in. It’s a cute little house in a quiet neighborhood with four men who make me feel seen, valued, and loved. But really, it’s anywhere my mates are.
I nod. “Let’s go home.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
HAYES
After all the shit my vixen went through with her mom, I wanted to wrap her up in the softest blankets and lock her in her nest. I was tempted to call all my clients and tell them to find a different mechanic while I was busy taking care of my omega.
But Olivia, for all that she’s learning to enjoy being pampered and protected, will never be one to hide away for long. I love that about her. Even if I do want to handcuff her to the bed sometimes and keep her all to myself.
We tried to talk her into extending her heat leave from work, but she wouldn’t hear of it. Especially not with the preparation for human trials. My vixen spent two very confusing, awe-inspiring hours explaining everything in great detail and how excited she was to go back to work.
None of us really understood what she was saying, but that didn’t matter. She was so fucking excited, proud,vibrantthat we nodded along as if we collectively possessed even a tenth of her intelligence. Then, the next morning, I packed her a lunch and sent her off to the lab to help save the world.
And Nigel’s omega.
I couldn’t be prouder. But after several weeks of her practically living at the lab, I’m also taking matters into my own hands, because seeing my pretty omega for an hour or two each day isn’t enough. Which is why I made plans with her boss to kidnap her today.
Wild’s smile is blinding as we pull into the parking garage at McKinley Laboratories. Liam dropped her off this morning, so we don’t have to worry about getting her car home.
“Do you think she’ll be excited or mad?” Wild asks as we make our way out of the car and into her building. “I mean, I’m good either way. If she’s excited, it means sweet sexy times. If she’s pissed, we can have angry sex.”
Rolling my eyes at my twin, I try to hold back my grin as we step into the empty elevator. “Which one are you rooting for, here?”
“I don’t know. Part of me wants to whisper sweet nothings in her ear while I fuck her real slow, but another part of me wants to watch you spank her ass and fuck the sass right out of her.” Wild shifts, adjusting himself so he doesn’t flash the hard-on he just gave himself when we walk into our mate’s lab.
I shrug. “Why can’t we do both?”
The elevator dings and the door opens to reveal a bustling hub of activity as people in lab coats scurry around gleaming white hallways and glass-walled labs. Wilder takes it all in, smiling even wider now, and gives me a nod. “Good call. Both sounds more fun.”
A few of Liv’s coworkers smile and say hello when they see us. This isn’t the first time we’ve shown up at our omega’s lab over lunch. But usually we’re bringing her food, not kidnapping her. Her boss waves when she sees us coming before putting her head down and getting back to work. We walk down the hall toward the lab Liv calls home when she’s here, and we both stop to admire our beautiful mate.
She’s bent over a microscope, completely focused. Pieces of her long, dark hair have escaped the messy bun on top of her head and curtain her face. Her plush lips move, even though there’s no one else in the lab with her. She does that a lot—talking to herself as she works out some problem or other. It’s cute as hell.
“Fuck, man. I love her so much,” Wilder says dreamily. I can’t even give him a hard time for it, because I know exactly how he feels.
“Me too. Me too.”
We stand there and watch Liv for another minute or two before her shoulders straighten and her lips still. When she turns her head and spots us, her eyes light up from within, and I swear I see a glimpse of our future.
Liv writhing in pleasure beneath me and my packmates, those deep brown eyes of hers hazy with lust. The way they’ll widen with shock and excitement when she wakes up one morning, pees on a stick, and tells us she’s pregnant. The way tears will fill them when she holds our child for the first time, then another one a few years later, and again a few years after that. How they’ll start to crinkle in the corners from all the years spent smiling and happy. I see it all, and I clutch my chest.
Wild gives me a curious look. “You good, man?”
“Yeah,” I rasp, a lump in my throat. “I’m good. Just imagining our future.”
“Oh, yeah? And what has you all choked up?”
I watch as Liv holds up one finger, telling us she’ll be out in a minute, and turn to my brother. “Thinking about how beautiful she’ll look when her belly is full of our babies.”
It’s clear my brother was not expecting that answer, because he nearly gags on his own saliva. Once he’s back to breathing normally, his face transforms into somethinghopeful and dreamy again. “Shit. Okay, yeah. I can see why that has you choked up.”
Oblivious to our conversation or the direction of our thoughts, our beautiful omega hurries out of her lab and throws herself into our arms. We surround her, me at her front, Wild at her back, and share a knowing look.
“What are you guys doing here?” she asks, her voice warm and excited.
