Page 21 of Enticing Little Omega
He wasn't wrong. I knew that. And his simple reassurances should have been enough. Our shared bond pulsed between us, real and undeniable. I could feel his confidence shining through.
Our bond was still fragile, still new. I'd only marked him a fucking week ago! And now we were puttingeverythingon the line.
"What the fuck is wrong with me, An?" I pulled at my hair as I turned around and stared at him. "Why am I this freaked out about our pack, our goddess-given pack showing up?"
He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could get a word in, I carried on with my rant.
"I'll tell you why. They'll stumble in here, two bumbling idiots and we'll be right back where we were before we left. Tearing at each other's throats and fighting so much that we won't give our Omega the attention she deserves." I swallow hard. "Then we'll lose her. And them. Again."
He took hold of my hand and pulled me into his embrace. "Hey," he soothed, resting his head on my shoulder. "You have to show a bit of trust."
"I don't know if I'm ready for this, An," I muttered into his hair.
"You don't have to be ready, Will," Annerly said. His hands slid up and down my back, slowly stroking. "We just have to be honest, and open."
I let out a breath and stood up straight. "I spent the last two years thinking we lost our chance at this. That we'd never be able to fix our pack."
"And now we get to try." He pressed a kiss to my shoulder through my shirt, soft and careful. "But we have to really give it our all. Give them a chance to prove themselves, too. Okay?"
I nodded, but it didn't settle the storm in my gut. Because I remembered the last fight with Anton. The shouting. The way he looked at me like I was betraying our pack, when it was them... them and their mother.
No.
That wasn't fair.
It never has been fair.
They had no choice in who sired them. And if we hadn't gone to that damned bonding party their mother had thrown us we wouldn't even have met our Omega.
Drew and Anton were pack. They were pack even before I met Annerly. We were friends once. Brothers. We could get back to that.
We would get back to that.
For us.
And for Christa.
The thought of her stirred something low and aching in me. She's giving us a chance to court her. To get to know her and show her we were worthy of her. I could only hope that she fell for us, agreed to mate us before she realised what a mess we were.
A pair of headlights crested the hill, drawing me from my turmoiled thoughts.
Fuck.
They're here.
As the car drew up into the driveway, I took a steadying breath and grabbed hold of Annerly's hand in mine.
They didn't know we'd formalised a bond between just the two of us, and it wouldn't serve anyone if we hid it from them.
No more damned secrets.
Together we stepped to the front door and opened it, heading out to greet our pack mates.
The car hadn't even fully stopped before Drew spilled out of the passenger side, practically vibrating with excitement. Anton was slower, more composed as usual, but I could see the tightness in his jaw, the tension in his shoulders.
I stood taller, keeping Annerly's hand clasped firmly in mine.
Drew's eyes immediately dropped to the connection between us, and I braced myself for... I don't even know what. Judgement? Disappointment? Annoyance?
