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A shiver runs down my spine at his promise, and I do as he says, choosing a soft satin shirt and shorts sleep set in a pale pink daisies pattern. It’s early enough that there shouldn’t be many people on the street to worry about the fact that I’m wearing pajamas. At least I’m not naked, right?
“Let’s go help our omega nest and see her through her heat. Is that what you would like, Mandy?”
I nod vigorously.
I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my whole life.
Chapter Twenty-One
Axel
This is it. The start of our first heat together.
I can’t wait to have this experience with Mandy and Chase. The way we work together now will be a deciding factor in whether Mandy joins our pack.
Not that I have any doubt she will. We’re scent-matched, and while that isn’t everything, it means we’re fated to be together. Now that she and Chase have worked through their shit, there doesn’t seem to be anything standing in our way.
We exit the old Victorian manor; Mandy tucked under my arm and nuzzling against my chest as we walk to the car. I toss the keys to Chase and help Mandy into the backseat as he startsthe engine. She whines as I buckle her in. Her skin is hot and covered in goosebumps. She’s closing in on her heat, alright.
I climb in next to her, wrapping her back in my embrace. She makes a keening sound, one that triggers a purr to rumble in my chest, offering my sweet omega the comfort she needs. Soon this won’t be enough. Once she starts cramping, she’ll need more than my purr. But for now, it seems to soothe her.
“You want to go to your house, Dee? Use your nest?” Chase asks, glancing back at us in the rearview mirror, his eyes on her long enough to catch her nod before returning his attention back to the road.
“Is there anything we need to stop and get along the way?”
“Umm,” she says, before burying her face in my chest. There’s hesitation in her voice that I haven’t heard before, and it worries me slightly.
“What’s wrong, Mally? Do we not have time to stop?” I ask, my voice full of concern.
Mandy peeks up at me, her face flushed and her eyes sparkling. Her pink curls are a wild mess—half wet and half dry—but I’ve never seen her look more beautiful. Every single piece of her, inside and out, is a stunningly unique work of art combined to perfectly shape the missing piece to our puzzle. I can’t wait to make her mine.
“No, no, I’m fine. I’m happy you guys are here. I’m actually looking forward to my heat. And I think we have time to stop, but I don’t want anything new. I’d like some stuff with both your scents on it.”
“Done,” Chase says, making a turn that will lead us to our apartment instead of Mandy’s. A few minutes later we’re pulling into the underground parking garage and bundling Mandy into the elevator to take her up to our floor. As her sweet scent fills the elevator, Chase and I exchange a look. Her perfume is clearly announcing she’s in heat. We’re lucky there aren’t any unattached alphas around. We might have a fight on our hands if there were.
We reach our apartment without incident. The elevator stopped once for a pickup, but the second the doors slid open, Chase let out a growl so full of dominance and possession that the poor waiting beta’s eyes widened and they stepped so far back they bumped into the wall behind them. Safe to say, they didn’t get in the lift with us.
“Run wild, Dee. Take whatever you need,” Chase says as he unlocks our apartment door. Mandy looks absolutely ecstatic, if not a little wild, with the offer. She takes off down the hall. I’m not sure what she’s searching for, except that it needs to have our scent.
“Dee?” I ask Chase as I move to the living room. There are a couple of pillows on the couch that both of us use often enough that both of our scents would be on them. And they’re softand fluffy, with no scratchy tags or zips in sight. Hopefully, our omega will like them.
“It’s what I used to call her before everything happened,” he says with a shrug. “It felt right to use it again once we started to move forward.”
I nod. That makes sense to me. These two have a history I wasn’t a part of. But I’m glad I get to be a part of their future. Clapping him on the back, I say, “I’m glad you could work through the past and look to the future. The three of us feels right to me. I’m looking forward to what’s next.”
“Me too.”
The Chase I’m looking at now is a brighter, lighter, happier version of the boy I met back at the training academy. It’s like the weight of the world has been lifted off his shoulders and he can breathe again. It makes me ridiculously happy to see him like this.
Mandy reappears before us, her arms piled high with what appears to be a mix of bedsheets and dirty laundry.
I’ve read about omegas hoarding their alphas' things, including dirty laundry, around the time of their heat. I hadn’t realized quite how serious that was.
“You ready, Mally?” I ask as she approaches, a sheepish look on her face. Chase takes the bundle from her hands, and I hold outthe pillows for her to take. “We can take these too. Did you get everything you wanted?”
She takes the pillow, bringing it to her nose and inhaling deeply before rubbing the material against her cheek.
“Purrrrfect,” she breathes. “Let’s go.”
