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Being short was a bitch sometimes.
“The name’s Leo, but I’ll answer to ‘god’ if that’s what you want to call me.”
Godsdamn. The little Omega was beautiful. And she was absolutely terrified of me. The idea that I frightened her was gutting.
“Don’t run from me again. I don’t think my heart can fucking take it.”
Sitting in the corner, curled up with a soft blanket, reading a book in front of the fireplace with a view of the snow falling outside sounded magical.
“I want to keep her,” I murmured, gently playing with the ends of her hair. Thane huffed a laugh. “She’s not a pet.”
“I’m just realizing I might be more broken than I realized,” I whispered. Eli made a distressed sound, and before I knew it, he was back in front of me. Dropping my hand, he gently cupped my face. “You’re not broken, Love.”
“You’re not broken. You might be bruised, but you’re strong. A survivor. A fighter.”
“Whatever they said to you, whatever they did, it doesn’t define you. People say and do terrible things to others, but those actions only speak to who they are. Abusers. Pieces of shit.
“Life is cruel.” “No, Baby Girl. People are cruel. It took me a lot of years and a good pack to realize that life isn’t inherently bad. People make choices, and those choices have consequences.
“You’re mine, Baby Girl,” Hades declared. “You’re ours. I know it the same way I knew Leo was pack. Or Jamison. Or Thane. Or the others.” His lips moved to hover against my cheek, each breath making me shiver. “You’re it for me, Demi Leigh. I want to spend the rest of my life getting to know every little thing about you, but I know everything I need to know to put my claim on you. You’re mine. I’ve never been so sure of anything before.”
My damage ran deep, and I came with more complications than an Ikea instruction manual.
Underneath his intimidating, hardened exterior, Hades was a cinnamon roll—sweet,
“Those abusive assholes have no say in your life anymore. Don’t give them any more power over you,
“There’s no question. We’re buying it. And as for where you’ll wear it, I’ll hold a godsdamn ball if that’s what it takes to see you in this dress again.”
“That sounds like a you problem,” I teased. “I’m just over here, living my life.”
“You’re beautiful, Thane,” she whispered, and my heart expanded. “No, Demi. You’re beautiful. I’m just the lucky bastard who gets to stand next to you.” Hopefully, for the rest of my life.
My body, my heart, my fucking soul—they all belong to you, Demi Leigh. You’re the air I breathe, the water I drink. Everything holding me to this earth tethered itself to you the moment I laid eyes on your beautiful face
