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I run my hands over the clean blue silk sheets on the four-poster bed. They still smell deliciously of sugar cookie martini.
My nest fortress has been dismantled. The peacock stuffie remains on the bed like it’s been guarding over me.
I smile.
My peacock.
Thomas and Lincoln sit next to each other with their thighs touching. They’re perched on the edge of the bed like they’ve been waiting for me to wake up.
Lincoln is dressed in a smart black suit with silver threaded waistcoat. Thomas looks like he broke off from getting dressed, when I began to wake up.
I study him, curious.
I’ve never seen him like this before.
Thomas’ feet are bare.
He’s dressed in shirt and pants but hasn’t pulled on his jacket and tie yet. I can see the rest of his clothes neatly lying on the end of the bed.
Seeing him like this is like seeing beneath the mask.
He’s letting himself be vulnerable.
My chest is tight.
He’s mine.
My Alpha.
Except, like this, with his shirt open at the neck, I can see the finger shaped bruises ringing his neck.
Richard or his dad hurt him, and I’m going to stop them laying another hand on him.
Plus, I’m going to punch them both in the dick.
When Thomas notices the direction of my gaze, he deftly does up the top button of his shirt, hiding the bruises.
“It’s Monday morning,” Thomas says, briskly. “Lincoln and I were up and sorting things out yesterday, but you needed to sleep. Your body has been through a lot. The heat was dangerous. I’m proud of how strong you are. I told you that you weren’t going anywhere.”
“I’m not.” I meet his gaze and hold it.
Thomas’ brow furrows. “Forever…?”
I hate that it sounds like a question.
“Forever,” I repeat, firmly.
I glance down at the clean sheets, before noticing that I’m now dressed in one of my own pretty rose patterned summer dresses.
I flush.
It’s strange. Since Mom was sold, no one’s cared for me the way that Lincoln must have, even washing my hair, before dressing me.
Is it wrong that it makes my inner Omega feel cherished?
Lincoln smirks. “Your brother came around with a suitcase of your stuff on Sunday evening. Plus, he was desperate to check that you were okay. Fuck, he was a wreck. He collapsed when he saw that you were still… Anyway, he gave our poor peacock the shovel talk. Tom was gracious and let him. There’s nothing more badass than an Alpha who lets himself be threatened, even when he could break the other Alpha in half. I love Tom for doing that for Vito. Oh, and I changed the sheets because we made a hell of a mess of the nest. It was almost a waterbed by the end.”
I blush.
