Page 33 of Hidden Fates

Realizing I have a shared-emotion Fated connection was a blow. What do you mean I have to deal with other people’s emotions, too? Their anger, sadness, grief.

It was a learning curve.

One that was totally worth it because I love my mates like they’re the sun and I’m a sunflower.

Being perpetually happy means it’s easier for me to pick up when someone in the pack is feeling sad. Especially Skye. Who is currently sitting somewhere in the estate sobbing into a pillow so she doesn’t overwhelm or bother us.

Which is stupid. We’re her mates. Taking care of and comforting her is what we’re here for.

That and giving her an endless buffet of knots with unlimited orgasms, but now isn’t the time for making her writhe beneath me.

Later, after I’ve cheered her up, I’ll work my magic and have her coming on my cock. Or one of the guys. She could ride Onyx while I eat her out and Sterling fucks me.

“Down boy,” I whisper as I adjust myself, trying to imagine the most unhorny things.

Her nest and her bedroom are empty. Leaving me to search the dozens of nesting nooks Quentin built her. That man sure loves to spoil her, and I am so here for it. She deserves anything her heart desires.

Like the tattooed, way-too-attractive-for-his-own-good, delicious-smelling Alpha who happens to be her first love and the reason she’s upset today.

Would I love to knock Caleb on his ass for making Skye cry?

Absolutely.

Would I also love for him to bend us both over the closest piece of furniture and rail us into oblivion?

My cock twitches, and I have to force myself to focus. I have no clue if Caleb is open to relationships outside of what he builds with Skye.

I find her in the conservatory, buried beneath a pile of blankets. Her back is to the door, only her head poking out so that she can stare up at the clouds. Crawling beneath them, I wrap myself around her body, settling against her like a backpack. I can feel tears leaking down her face, so I stay quiet until her sniffling stops and her breathing regulates.

“S-sorry,” she whispers, but I press my hand over her mouth, cutting off her apology.

“Nope, none of that. You can feel however you want, dandelion. I just wanted to hold you.” She sighs, relaxing into my arms. “You know what you need?”

Peering over her shoulder, she hums, “What?”

“An adventure. Feel up for a spontaneous trip into town?”

Exhaustion lines her face, but her stunning jade green eyes light up, the streaks of gold in them brighter as she nods. “I’m always up for an adventure with you, Bee.”

Pushing her blankets away, I jump to my feet, pulling her with me. “Then let’s go.”

“Wait,” she tugs on the hand trapped in mine, stopping me. One hand waves to her bare legs. “I don’t have pants on.”

“Oh, right. Fun for me, not for everyone else. Pants first, then we go.”

I send her upstairs to get dressed and grab the keys from the dining room table. My packmates are scattered through the house, but I find Quentin and Emmett in the sitting room. “I’m taking our girl out for a bit. Be back before dinner.”

“Keep her safe,” Q demands.

It’s cute that he thinks I would do anything else.

Skye joins me, waving goodbye as I drag her out the door. The adventure I have planned for today is both adorable and rewarding. What better way to make my Omega smile than spending a few hours cuddling tiny critters? And if she happens to fall in love with one, we’ll bring it home.

Being a brat is my love language.

Down to the very core of my being, it’s just who I am.

Acting like a brat isn’t always about teasing your mates when they aren’t able to do anything about it. Sometimes it’s making decisions you know you probably should have talked over with them beforehand.