Hear Me: An Omega's Tale

27. Grace

I pace back and forth on the plush carpet next to my nest. I had awoken to an alpha-less nest. Only the soft breath of a heavily sleeping James, was there to break the silence. The comforting scent told me that all three had been here and recently too.

No matter how hard I tried, my mind would not stop racing. The sun shone brightly in the late morning, small streams of its light, kissing the shiny curls, of the heavily sleeping omega in the nest I had made for them all. The scene is at striking odds with the worry restricting my sleep. My bones felt heavy, and the small amount of sleep I had managed to get after weeping in Alec's arms had not been nearly enough to regain energy. 

My mind told me to get back in there and curl up between the soft satin sheets and fluffy pillows that smelled, just like the absent alphas. I was stuck between craving their presence and fearing for the worst. Unable to slumber whilst my anxiety flourished to new heights. 

I had been too relieved to see Alec safe to let them truly sink in.

If these intruders were from the centre or someone sent by them, then, their going to have far more questions for me than they do now. Not once had they pestered me about my past, simply accepting me as I was. No questions asked. But I see the burning curiosity in their gazes, I doubt they will be able to hold back much longer if the list keeps growing.

James will sometimes try to pry small bits of information from me, normally in the form of big dough eyes and fluttering lashes that make my heart clench. 

The man knew exactly how to get what he wanted. 

But these men are hiding something too, I can sense it. The guns and secret rooms. I may not have been in a domestic environment for most of my life, but even I know that it is strange. James had mentioned that they owned the forest, with a ridiculous amount of archers, too many for my sheltered brain to fully grasp.

I take a breath, my hands shaking as I run them through my hair. Teeth, sinking into my lip as guilt floods my chest. Maybe that's just how rich people are. I had heard crazy gossip about celebrities, from newer residents before and it wasn't too far off. I feel sick for ever suspecting this pack. These people had taken me in and cared for me despite everything. 

I have no right to doubt them...

I tiptoe out of the room, not wanting the wake the sleeping omega, his eyes still red and puffy from the night's events. Leaving the door slightly ajar, to avoid a noisy closure, I tiptoe down the hallway, until I'm far enough that my walking won't accidentally wake him. 

He needs his rest.

My bare feet absorb the chill embedded in the wood, soaking up the outside cold as my shivering body begs to go back to the warmth of my nest. But the need to find my men grew by the second. But instinct craved their presence, a hollow feeling in my chest that only they could fill grew with each second they were gone.

I stick my nose in the air, letting my senses seek them out in the large house. Luckily, it wasn't hard to find them, their scents like a honing beckon, beckoning me to come to them. 

I'm a shivering mess, half dazed and exhausted by the time I make it to the large entry to Alec's office, the heavy, ornate door that sat open just a crack. 

Relief floods me as I reach to open it further, desperate to feel their warmth surround me, their hands on my body and the sweet whispers I had craved whilst Ivan and Xander had been away.

"Mind explaining why the fuck I'm here instead of nestled between my mates, after not seeing them for so long?"

I flinch back from the door, as the the harshness of Ivan's voice sounds through the crack. I had never heard it sound so cold before, as though it belonged to someone else entirely.