Omega Bound Chapter 285

Raven

I had to listen to Cyrus complain the entire way to Damon and Amani’s.

“I’m not going in there.” He growls.

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

“He had to stay behind the entire fight. That had to be hard when he literally trains the fighters, and he had to handle every danger here. You’re going in, we are expressing our....gratitude, and then we will take our fur baby with us.”

“No. I’m going in, grabbing Eduardo, and leaving.”

“Why can’t you say thank you?”

“It has nothing to do with saying thank you.” He parks Thane’s stolen bike in front of Damon’s home, letting me off before he hikes his long ass leg over the bike.

Damon answers the door. “Hey, glad you guys made it back.” He holds the door open and gestures for us to go in.

“Nope. Leaving. Smells like you fucked my sister.” Cyrus turns, but before he can get out of the doorway, Amani squeals and runs for us, engulfing us in a hug that makes us both cringe.

“I’m so glad you guys came back!” Amani squeezes tighter as Cyrus walks us back out onto the little porch. “I was so worried about you guys.”

“No, you weren’t. You were getting railed by the pack gamma.” I say as she backs away, laughing.

Her brother isn’t, though.

“I was not railing.” Damon clears his throat.

“Then you’re doing it wrong,” I explain.

“Turns out, I’m a climber.” Amani shrugs as Damon wraps an arm around her.

“I’m territorial and aggressive, with episodes of violence,” I answer.

“What about in your heat?” Damon asks jokingly.

“Everybody stop talking.” Cyrus interrupts, barging through the doorway with his shirt over his nose, which brings it up high enough to show off his delicious stomach. “Where’s our love child?”

“If you are talking about your rat, it’s in a bird cage in our bedroom,” Damon says as he closes the door behind us.

“First, he is not a rat, you mangy dog. Two, he is free range. We don’t believe in cages, and D. I am not going into your snuggle fort to retrieve him.”

“I will go get him. Geez, Cyrus. Calm down. I would think you would be happy to see your sister, who could have died from my heat if Damon hadn’t gotten to me in time.”

“Stop interjecting your vagina into my brain and get my child......please.”

“H-o-ly shit. Did Cyrus just say please?” Damon laughs, causing Cyrus to growl.

“Keep laughing and I’ll go around your house shoving random items down my pants, rubbing my hairy balls all over them for you to spiral over later when you find my FUCKING PUBE on your TV remote.”

“If anything in this house comes in contact with your balls, you will regret it.” Damon steps closer to Cyrus, clenching his fist at his side. Cyrus grins smugly, enjoying the button he is pushing.

“Here he or she is.” Amani comes in carrying an antique-looking birdhouse.

“He’s a boy, he has no pouch.” Cyrus educates.

“Ohhh, you little fluffball!” I squealed, yanking Meatball into my arms and almost bouncing on the spot. I smooshed his tiny face against my cheek, pressing him close, and my hands pawed at his scruffy little body, pinching his tiny paws and scruff in the gentlest, most ridiculous way. “Did Rhonda steal you away from me? Huh? You tiny disaster, crawling around Ayla’s place like a little mischief maker!” I cooed in the highest, most ridiculous baby voice I could manage, nuzzling his nose and rubbing his head like I might just melt into him.

My grip was fierce but careful, every movement full of frantic affection, like I might explode from how impossibly cute he was. “Mine! You are so mine, little meatball! Don’t you ever disappear again!” I pressed him tighter, bouncing him gently, kissing his head and squeaking every time he wiggled, utterly overwhelmed by how tiny, furious, perfect, and mine he was.

I could feel their stares boring into me, but I didn’t care. Damon’s slack-jawed horror, and Amani clutching her chest like she might faint. I bounced, squished, and nuzzled, squealing again, and Meatball wriggled just enough to make it fun, his tiny claws tickling my skin, driving my “cute aggression” higher.

Damon’s voice cut through my chaos, disbelief dripping from every word. “I never thought I’d… ever see a softer side to you, Raven,” he muttered, eyes wide, hands slightly raised like he might need to shield himself from the spectacle.

I glanced up, barely able to breathe between squeals and baby talk, and saw Cyrus leaning against the doorway, one eyebrow cocked, smirk tugging at his lips. “Soft? Don’t let it fool you,” he said, voice low and teasing, dark as ever. “Psychotic killers are lovers too. It just… looks different. Way less subtle, but trust me....still feral.”

“Rhonda went to Thane’s looking for you and found Eduardo....meatball, hissing on the counter. She brought him here because she said she had an important mission.” Damon explains. “Then, she and her cougar caravan asked if they could come....”

“No. No more.” Cyrus growls. “Let’s go, Fireball.”

“Thanks,” I said, voice soft but firm, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. “For keeping the pack together while I… you know, wasn’t here. And for taking care of Meatball, and my sister-in-law. “I know it wasn’t easy, and I… appreciate it.”

I walk toward Cyrus and jab him hard in the ribs with my elbow, narrowing my eyes. “Say it, Cyrus. Say thank you to Damon,” I ordered, voice sharp. He froze, jaw clenching, glaring at me like he might just bite my head off instead.

“I do not do thank-yous,” he snapped. I jabbed again. “Then say it anyway.” His eyes flashed, wild and unhinged.

“Fine!” he growled, “Thank you, you ridiculous pack saint, for keeping everything from burning down. We couldn’t have done it without you... Happy now?” He shoved a manic grin at me, and I could see the reluctant gratitude sparking through the chaos.

With the furbaby safely against my chest, Cyrus glares at Damon over his shoulder before we step out. “Fix your kitchen cupboards. I don’t want my sister living somewhere unsafe. It’s half hanging off the wall.”

“What?” Damon throws his arms wide in confusion.

“I actually did that,” Amani interjects.

“Don’t care,” Cyrus responds.

“Didn’t you two buy an abandoned warehouse to live in?” Damon asks as we step onto the porch.

“Abandoned warehouse matches our vibe. Broken cupboards don’t match my sister’s.” Cyrus helps me on the bike as I shove our furbaby down my shirt. I look down the top to see it curling in.

Ugh. He missed me. I knew it.

“Noted,” Damon growls as Amani laughs.

“Now you will have to excuse us. We’re on our way to tell Dad that we are moving out.” The engine roared to life beneath us, vibrating through my chest, and I grinned, wind whipping at my hair as he revved it.

I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me, sharp and breathless. Riding with him was chaos and adrenaline wrapped into one. Dangerous, thrilling, and hot as hell.

I love it.