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“I wish you’d told me,” she says in a small, injured tone. “It hurts me to think that you held onto something like that and didn’t trust me to understand.”
“No, Till, it’s not that.”
“I know, but it feels that way. Ethan, I love you and you never have to choose. If nothing else, this experience has guaranteed my love forwhy chooseliving. I think we would have been happy, just us, but our heartsarebig enough for different kinds of love and forms of connection. I want you to have everything in this life, and if Kazimir can be good for you, then I’m glad. But, just know, I’ll cut him if he ever hurts you.”
I laugh at how sudden and appropriate her violence is. “I think he’ll respect you even more for that.” I can suddenly breathe. My lungs aren’t squeezed in a vice anymore. I’ve now faced my greatest fear of hurting the person I love most, and it’s behind us. She didn’t flinch. She’s actually tugging me closer. “Thank you.”
“Thank you for telling me the truth and for helping me with my nest. I feel safe here, and the rocking of theboatis really soothing. I might need a post-carb nap though.”
“Me too.” For a few seconds, I breathe her in and then ask, “Orange and vanilla, but spicy somehow—is that your perfume?”
Tillie gasps. “You can smell me?!”
“It’s faint, but yes.”
“I think you’re right, Ethan. It’s meant to be.” She raises my right hand. “Is it this one?”
“Yes.”
“Outside or inside?”
“Outside.”
Tillie kisses my bondmark and whispers, “Thanks, Kazimir, for saving the best man I’ve ever known.”
Kaz jolts as he feels her touching the mark and hears her words through me. I don’t need to hear his thoughts to know he’s terribly annoyed with how wonderful she is.
Good luck not falling head over heels for her, tough guy.
Tillie releases my hand and snuggles deeper into me, though we’re already spooning hard. Orange and vanilla, like our favorite popsicles when we were kids. It’s so comforting and right, and it’s impossible not to fall with her into a perfectly restful sleep.
CHAPTER50
KAZIMIR
Under normal circumstances, being proven correct is quite satisfying, but in the bizarre realm of the omegaverse, I would rather have been wrong. The second the omega launches herself at Ethan and he catches her—a beta daring to touch thechosen one—the professor snarls, attempting to compel Ethan to release her. Unfortunately for him, Gideon’s bark, along with my roar, provides an effective deterrent.
“Settle, Thatcher,” Gideon growls after the initialalphas gone primaloutbursts.
Settle? I’m thinkingdrown in a pool of your own bloodis a more impressive command, but Gideon’s preferred term has an effect on Thatcher. He trembles and sputters, his wide eyes raging with violent intentions for my untimely end.
“This is…unacceptable,” he finally manages. “She’sthe omega. She’s not a beta anymore, and a beta shouldn’t touch her like he has the right.”
“He has a hell of a lot more right than any of us,” Gideon slams back. “Shechosehim—she’sacceptingus. Don’t ever forget that.”
“This is allwrong!” Thatcher glances at my yacht, as though he’s considering piracy. That’s fine—I know just what to do with pirates.
“Thatcher!” Gideon barks again. “I can force you to remain in that dinghy for weeks, while the rest of us build our pack. Is that what you really want? Is that what your omega needs?”
The professor’s lip raises, and I bet he wishes he had fangs like some kind of wolf shifter. That reminds me of another reason Ethan can never have full access to my thoughts—he’d learn about my obsession with MM shifter romance. It began as research, but all omegaverse and shifter romance is disturbingly addicting. Once you start, there’s no patch or support group in the world that can save you.
“Thatcher,settle. Your omega needs her nest, and we have the supplies with us. Calm down, and let’s take care of her.”
Gideon’s earnest words break through the professor’s rage-infested staredown with me, but that fucker’s not getting on my yacht until we have a whole lot more proof that he can handle himself.
Gideon sizes me up next, seeming impressed with my composure. He has no idea how fiercely I’m being pushed to lock myself in the VIP cabin with my beta and omega, and rail them both until the end of time. But I’m grasping control with both hands and the entirety of my life force. I won’t become a pawn to the disgusting legacy that chose theprofessor.
“Let’s deal with the supplies and then we’ll discuss who comes aboard my yacht… and who remains in the designated time-out dinghy.”
