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I don’t know if he’s asleep or not, but when Bethany kicks off her slippers and crawls up the bed to lie in between Saint and Crow, he opens his eyes.
I set about turning the lights off and getting ready for bed.
Crow has lost weight. He seems smaller in my arms, and I don’t like it. But though I haven’t said it, I’ve been struggling being apart from Saint and Crow. Saint stayed with him at the hospital almost every night. So the strange absence of both alphas has left me out of sorts.
Saint has been next to saintly looking after Crow. He was steadfast in pushing Crow into taking his meds, bullying him into his exercises, and making sure he had everything he needed.
Crow shifts, and I can feel through his bond that he is gathering himself for something.
“Bethany.”
I hear her breathy sigh. “Yes?”
“I want you to know that we-”
Bethany sits up and presses her fingers to his mouth. In the dim light, I can just see her movements.
“You don’t need to say it. I know that you love me. It’s in the way you take care of me, the way you speak to me, listen to me, the way you treat my family, and the way you look at me. I know you all love me. As much as I love you.”
Part of me isn’t surprised at all that she’s figured us out. The other part is stunned that it was so obvious to everyone but us.
“Be our pack. Bond with us. Let’s make it forever,” I say on impulse.
I can feel a tremor through the bonds, but it settles with a hum of satisfaction.
“Yes,” Bethany says. “The day Crow gets a clear bill of health, I will bond with you.”
The doctor walks outs.
And Crow stands up and starts stalking our omega. He has no tact or patience. My sniggers catch her attention, and she glares between the three of us.
“What are you doing?”
“You said the day-”
“He hasn’t even left the house yet!” Bethany protests, but it’s a breathy, insincere protest.
Saint captures her before she can run, running his hands along her wrists as he pulls them above her head.
“It’s time, little queen. I want my bonds,” Crow purrs.
She smiles at us as she walks backwards, but Saint refuses to let go of her wrists and simply tugs her back.
“Bonds, Omega, no more waiting,” Saint drawls.
She lunges forward and bites the skin of Saint’s chest. He shouts and releases her, looking down at the teeth marks in shock.
“What was that?”
She bites her lower lip and flicks her hair over her shoulder. “Practice.”
Saint growls.
Her eyes get big and black, and then she takes off. I’m too busy laughing at Saint, but Crow races after her.
“She bit me!” Saint says, outraged.
“She needs to practice,” I tease.
