Omega Bound Chapter 194

Ayla

I pause my perusal of the blueprints for the *heat resort, lodge, horny hostel*. Whatever we are going to call it.  I pretend to understand what I’m looking at, but it is difficult for me to envision. I need some inspiration and better understanding. I need to see something in front of me, walk through it. Get a vision.

I wonder if there are ways to find out what other packs are doing. I need to discuss alliances with Thane. I don’t know who I can visit and right now, being pregnant and too many enemies lurking, he probably won’t let me go anywhere regardless of whether I have a guard or not.

I hear alpha mumbling downstairs and head down to see who Thane is talking to. I don’t get very far down the stairs before I’m hit the smell of sex and…chicken. Odd, but now I’m hungry.

“What’s going on here?” I ask absolutely confused, shocked, I don’t know the words. Raven is standing in the living room, wrapped in a blanket and just caked in food. Last I knew, she was having her heat, but this is…well I don’t know what it is.

“My heat broke, now I have gravy in my cracks, and I need a shower.” Raven explains, looking less than amused and very irritated.

“Well, that would be uncomfortable…probably.” I contemplate how she ended up with gravy in her cracks, but then again, they are kind of wild and could work for them…I guess.

“Probably?”  She groans, shifting on her feet.

“Well…I mean…maybe you two…” I clear my throat, not able to finish my sentence.

“Oh, our Luna girl here thinks I was eating actual supper between your legs. Funny, not a bad idea. Unfortunately, that isn’t the case. We need a place to clean up and crash a few days until we get a new place.”

“I’m not a hotel and why can’t you shower at your place?” Thane furrows his brows and Cyrus and I’m starting to understand that maybe I’m the only one that gets to see his softer side. I know he doesn’t really care if they stay here, but he also wants to protect his home, mate, and pup in every way. Putting them out would be a bit extreme though.

“Our apartment will need condemned at least. Burned down at most. Just think of it as one big slumber party.” Cyrus claps Thane on the shoulder, but his blanket drops and monster Cyrus is hanging out literally.

“Oh, Cyrus no…..no..” I squeezed my eyes shut, remembering the last time I was forced to look at that monster. I just can’t. Even if I wasn’t mated, he’s like the brother I never had now.

“I’m going to kill you!” Thane growls, tackling Cyrus over the couch. They start fighting each other, but it doesn’t appear to be too serious. More growls and wrestling than actual harming. I’m sure their wolves are being extra protective over their women right now, but it isn’t necessary.

And now the coffee table is broken.

“Come on Raven, get in the shower. Did you bring some clothes?” I gesture for us to head upstairs while the two Alphas beat on each other to get some frustration out.

Thane’s got Cyrus in a headlock and Cyrus has Thane’s leg bent at a weird angle before sinking his teeth into it. Thane cries out, let’s go of Cyrus and then it starts over again. I laugh at myself imagining them doing this as young pups. Only Cyrus could get away with it.

“Yeah, there’s a bag over on the couch. Not going to promise it isn’t soiled in some way.” Raven rolls her eyes while picking something off from behind her ear, making a face of utter disgust.

“You get washed up then I want to hear *ALL* about it.” I wink at her; unable to believe I’m willingly suggesting to she-wolf talk about our heats, or what we remember of them. I mean, me talking openly about it in general is a lot, but I want the normal experience. I want friendship and what comes with it. That includes the she-wolf bonding. We clearly need practice at it.

The dark thoughts try to flare, and I can feel the anxiety trying to rise from my gut, tightening my throat, but I push it away and feel a pulse of reassurance through the bond and turn around to see Thane sitting upright, watching me and smiling, knowing he is handling my emotions when I need the help. Cyrus, however, uses it to his advantage and I just shake my head.

“I bet you are pretty tired after your heat. Get washed up and take the guest room you stayed in. You guys can stay here until it gets figured out.” I explained to her as we walked upstairs.

“No, they can’t. Do I need to remind everyone how Cyrus feels about wearing clothes in the house?” Thane yells from downstairs as we continue up.

“I’ll wear clothes here Thane. Pinky promise. Now get your fat ass off me.” I hear Cyrus grunt.

“You’re just as big as I am dumbass and if your junk comes out in front of your Luna again, I will cut it off.”

“Will your jealousy ever end?” Oh Cyrus. He just can’t quit.

I don’t hear Thane’s response to Cyrus, but it sounds like more fighting, so I head to the guest room to make sure it is ready for them. It is far enough down from our room and my nest that their scents shouldn’t bother me.

I’m having more omega instincts, and one is clearly evident.

*No outside scents in or around my nest.*

I think it would send me feral. Aramana growls in my head just thinking about it. Nobody in this house is a threat to us, but the nest is ours. Only Thane’s scent can be intertwined within the nest. I think Aramana would kill any other shifters trying to get in.

A scary thought.

Sometimes I feel like I’m not in control.

I’m emotionally…. *different* than my wolf. She is more aggressive, and I am not. However, we are bonding. I spend time in conversations with her. She has a theory about my shield and keeping the pup safe, but I haven’t told Thane yet. I brought it up, but I feel that he won’t be able to handle the thought of it.

So, I will wait and hope that it never needs to happen.

The guest room is prepped and hopefully will remain intact during their stay. I sharp tug on my chest startles me. Thane usually doesn’t do that unless it is important, so I go downstairs to find out what is going on.

I see him and Cyrus having a silent conversation in the kitchen. At least they have abandoned their attack on each other, and Cyrus now has shorts on.

“What’s going on?” I ask. They went from beating on each other to what I can presume is something pack/ring related rather quickly.

“Tyler’s team has been working on the connection of Kian and Della and if that ties to his brothers and or the ring.” Thane is standing against the counter with his arms folded over his chest. He’s tense, but I also sense trepidation in the bond. Probably because he has to talk about the two shifters I don’t want to remember.

“Triad pack.” Cyrus reminds me. His arms are folded over his chest just like Thane’s.

“Yes, and them too. Anyway. Della’s parents never emptied her apartment. I’m not sure if they even went in it. They won’t talk to me about her, but they understand the reasoning behind what happened. I could push it, but I don’t get the feeling they know anything.” Thane sighs, probably thinking about the close relationship between his parents and her parents and how that it is essentially no more now.

“Okay…” I feel like I’m waiting for a big reveal of information that isn’t ever coming.

“Damon has access to the apartment now…he says it’s *interesting*.”  Thane looks at me, worry present in his features.

“Interesting.” I repeat, confused.

“I don’t know what we are going to find.” Thane puts his head back against the counter, before pushing himself off the counter and heading to me, pulling me close and holding me tight.

“Do you want to come with us?” He whispers in my ear.

Do I?