Page 132 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
“What do you think?” Axel asks me gently and I turn to find the pack hovering behind me.
“It’s beautiful,” I choke out, tears swimming in my eyes.
Any omega would love this nest, it’s like a dream. But this hasn’t been designed with any old omega in mind. This has been designed for me, because everywhere I look there are little bees. On the sheets and the cushions, on the material covering the chairs, even on the mysterious cabinet.
It’s my nest. Bea Carsen’s. It’s been designed for me.
“Look up,” Hardy says and I do, finding the ceiling painted with a meadow of wild flowers, bees of every size darting from petal to petal.
“Did you do that?”
He nods and a sob breaks free of my throat.
“She doesn’t like it,” Nate says tightly, his fingers twitching by his sides.
“No, I do. I love it.” I bury my face in my hands. “I really love it.”
“You haven’t seen all of it yet,” Silver says, taking me by the elbow and leading me to a door on the far side of the room. He pushes it and beyond lies a bathroom decked out in jewel-colored tiles.
“An en suite,” I say, more tears tumbling from my eyes. “I’ve never had an en suite before.” Inside there’s a giant claw-footed bath, a walk-in shower large enough for a whole pack and a dressing table with a sink and gold taps. There’s even the posh, odorless soap from the omega event I attended.
“Wow!” I say. “You said I’d be able to leave, but why would I ever want to?”
“You certainly have everything you’ll ever need,” Silver says, leading me back through into the main nest. “Food,” he points to the refrigerator, “drinks,” he points to a sophisticated machine, “clothes,” he points to a wardrobe that Connor opens, revealing shelves of cashmere jumpers and cotton yoga pants. “Music,” he picks up the remote that controls the sound system.
“Sex toys,” Nate says, snapping open the cabinet and picking out a dildo the size of his arms.
My eyes widen and Hardy snatches it from him with an irritated look.
“There’s even this,” Angel says, attempting to distract me from the sex toy cabinet. He presses a panel in the wall and another cupboard is revealed this time with several men’s sweaters and shirts hanging inside.
“What are those?” I ask.
“Our clothes,” Angel explains. “If we’re not here and you’re in need of our scent.”
“If there are any changes you want to make–” Connor starts, then halts as I stride towards the giant bed and perch down on the edge.
“Hmmm,” I say.
Hardy bounces down beside me. “We spent a lot of time choosing this mattress. Soft but firm.”
Nate bounces down on my other side.
“Perfect for fucking.”
I give a little bounce of my own. “I guess we’ll have to test it to find out.”
“Little bird,” Nate warns, but Hardy’s already tossing me backwards onto the bed.
I squirm against the mattress, wriggling this way and that. Not a sharp spring or a saggy patch in sight.
“Amazing,” I sigh, closing my eyes.
“Is there anything you’d like to change?” Axel asks, as I stare up into the canopy above the bed strung with more lights and a light gauze material.
“No, nothing, this is perfection,” I sigh, meaning every word, my little omega heart content beyond belief.
Axel comes to sit on the bed, and Angel, and Connor do too, Silver leaning against one of the posts with his arms crossed casually across his body.
