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He sighed, staying crouched down. “Sweet omega, you are a gift. Those alphas don’t deserve you. You deserve a pack that will worship the ground you walk on and gives you whatever you want and need. Do you understand?”
It was so perfectly sweet my inner omega urged me to lick him. What the fuck is happening to me?
A wave of sadness washed over me. I wished there was someone who wanted to hold me without expectations. I had never been hugged or comforted as a child, at least that I remembered.
Ben’s voice broke through my spiraling thoughts. “Josie, I hope you know how special we think you are, and we hope you choose us.” “We know you don’t really know us yet,” Theo added, “But we would love to get to know you more and would be honored if you chose us as your pack.” “We promise to protect and care for you,” Cam added.
“We’ll need to be careful and take things slow if she’s scared of alphas,” Theo said, a deep sadness permeating his voice. I would find out who had hurt her and end them. My alpha was feeling bloodthirsty and wanted revenge for our mate.
Everything in me screamed to pull my mate into the house and lock the door behind her, leaving her parents on the front porch. And then it could start pouring down rain. With lightning. A little electrocution of your enemies never hurt anyone.
“a little electrocution of your enemies never hurt anyone” 😅😅 these cinnamon roll alpha boys are so fucking precious when being protective
I fought the urge to crawl into their laps and press my face to their necks to breathe them in more deeply. My omega really didn’t understand appropriate social behavior.
For the first time in years, I wasn’t alone.
“You’re our mate,” he said, his voice deep and rough. “We’ll do anything for you and want you here more than anything. I’m so fucking grateful we were asked to do the interview because I would murder any other pack that got close to you.”
“You are not damaged, and we will never want anyone else. I’m so fucking pissed at how they treated you. I had to see you or I was going to go to the Center and kill them. You deserve to be fucking cherished, not punished or starved or whatever other shit they did to you.”
I almost shouted, frantically looking around the room as if a How to Stop Fucking Things Up and Upsetting Your Omega You Dipshit manual would appear.
How could I hate my body when it allowed me to feel this?
You’re brave to keep waking up every day, to keep fighting, to keep living.” “But I’m afraid all the time.” “And you keep doing it, keep moving forward, keep living with the fear. It’s the bravest thing you could ever do.
