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“Good Alpha.” I lean up to capture his lips.
And those words are what do it.
He stiffens and comes.
But he never takes his gaze from mine, awe-struck.
“Good Alpha,” I repeat.
I will Thomas to believe my words because this ritual is written between us with love and cum and I’ll repeat it as many times as he needs.
Because this is true equality.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Saint Cage, Haven
“Wow.” I stand in the center of the kitchen, staring around myself in amazement.
“I had it redecorated,” Thomas says. “Vito helped me with some ideas. He grudgingly doesn’t appear to want to rip off my balls any longer. I thought that it’d feel more like home to you, if it was made up in the Dough Knot’s colors. I want this to be your home, as much as it’s mine. I refuse to call it a cage any longer.”
Thomas did all of this for me, since I moved in? Is this why he’s been so late coming to bed each night?
Not only has he been working insanely long hours but he’s also been adapting the kitchen as a surprise for me.
No wonder he’s had such deep shadows underneath his eyes. I’m amazed that he hasn’t collapsed from sleep deprivation.
He still manages to look gorgeous in his navy suit.
I feel comfortable, however, in my relaxed leather trousers and black t-shirt.
The kitchen is like a burst of bright joy, amidst the cold grandeur of the Saint Estate.
Vinyl records and books line the kitchen in deep alcoves.
The cabinets and counters are pink. The walls are bright violet, and the floor is sparkling purple.
A familiar happiness and calm washes over me.
It pulls me back to dawn mornings with me kneading bread and baking cupcakes in the Dough Knot.
Thomas did this for me.
It’s both thoughtful and romantic.
When I take a deep breath, I’m shocked to smell the familiar sweet scent of vanilla, cinnamon, and baked bread of my bakery kitchen.
Thomas must be piping in the scent.
I’ve adapted to no longer having enhanced scent abilities. I’m certain that I still have a better sense of smell than other Omegas. But it no longer overwhelms me. I don’t suffer from side effects like migraines or nausea.
The strength of my bonds mean that I can control how much it affects me, rather than being driven to my knees by sensory overload.
The world feels like it’s opened to me, rather than attacking me all the time.
Life has been returned to me.
I’d made my peace with dying. But this is my second chance.
