Only Omega - Book 1. (Complete)

Chapter Twenty Eight Part One.

Rachel’s P.O.V.

The next morning I was awoken by commotion outside. I groaned and rolled over only to be met by a sound sleeping Tate who had his arm wrapped securely around my waist and was snoring lightly.

“Tate” I muttered groggily reaching out to stroke his cheek. His eyes fluttered and eventually opened, looking up at me through half drooped, tired lids.

“What time is it?” he asked burying his face into the pillow as I glanced back over my shoulder at the night stand on my side of the bed “Almost five” this caused Tate to groan loudly since the sun hadn’t even risen yet and practice wasn’t until six for us since the trainees only started at eight.

“Why so early?” Tate asked his arm tightening its hold on my waist and pulling me closer into him. I looked over at Holden’s crib to find him still fast asleep.

“There’s commotion outside” I explained turning back to look at Tate just in time for him to bury his face into the side of my neck, taking in my scent. He hummed in reply then mumbled “You smell so good” randomly. I breathed a laugh, nuzzling my nose into the side of his head and placing a small kiss to his cheek before lifting his arm off me so that I could swing my legs over the edge of the bed and sit up straight.

“Common, up” I instructed to which Tate grumbled and turned over so that his back was towards me. I smiled and shook my head, going over to pick Holden up from his crib.

“Up you go” I muttered more to myself then positioned him onto my hip, kissing the side of his head.

“Morning, baby” I greeted when his tired, dark blue eyes blinked open, giving a little yawn as I carried him over to the foot of the bed where Tate was still trying to go back to sleep.

“Want to help wake daddy?” I asked looking at Holden, making my way over to where Tate’s head was half on, half off the pillow with his lips slightly parted. Lowering Holden to be able to reach Tate, I watched as he slapped his small hand against Tate’s cheek causing Tate to jolt.

“I’m up, I’m up” he repeated running a hand through his hair, shooting me a glare. I pointed an accusing finger at Holden “Hey, don’t look at me like that, he did it” Tate glanced from me to Holden then back to me, shaking his head from side to side.

“Sure, blame the six month old” Tate mumbled then pushed himself off the bed, making his way to the bathroom.

“Seven soon!” I called out after him, hearing his rumbling laughter as the bathroom door shut behind him. I set Holden down on the bed and made my way over to the dresser, pulling out one of Tate’s oversized white shirts, throwing it on over my navy coloured lacy underwear. Just then Tate walked out of the bathroom, messing his own hair and dressed only in the boxers he went to sleep in.

“What do you think’s going on out there?” Tate asked nodding his head in the direction of the bedroom window with a view overlooking the forest. I went over to lift Holden back onto my hip, shrugging.

“That’s what I want to find out, we’re the future leading family so it’s our duty to be interested in things involving the pack” I said making my way towards the bedroom door and out into the hall. Where I stumbled upon Jordan and Tyler also heading to the back porch.

“What’s all the commotion about?” I asked Jordan, falling into step beside her as Tyler and Tate conversed up ahead. Jordan kept her eyes fixed on Tyler’s tone, bare back when she leaned over to respond to my question “Something about the upcoming meeting with the Council”

I nodded, glancing at the portrait on the wall of white lilies that we passed on our way to the staircase but it wasn’t the portrait so much as the signature that caught my attention ‘V. Latvian’. Latvian was Caine’s last name and the painting was something I’d seen before.