Page 68 of Bound By Song (Evie Quad Omegaverse #1)
EVIANA
T he storm rages outside, the wind howling against the windows as though it’s trying to break in, but the fire crackling in the hearth is a welcome contrast. It’s so warm in here, too warm, the heat curling under my skin, making me feel.
.. too much . I’m trying to breathe, trying to stay calm, but every little thing – the way the alphas’ voices hum in the air, the way their scents fill the room – seems to stretch me to my limits.
Blaise is strumming his guitar lazily, the soft hum of the strings failing to ground me in that usual way like nothing else can.
His scent is thick and dark, heavy with a touch of something dangerous.
It lingers in the air around me, coaxing my nerves into a soft buzz.
And Dane, sitting next to me, his steady presence like a weight, his scent is somehow both calming and unsettling at the same time.
What’s wrong with me? Yesterday was perfect and I never wanted to be away from them. Today I feel like my skin is crawling.
My fingers twitch restlessly against the cushions, and I glance at them, only to find myself rearranging them again, smoothing down the blankets in an attempt to keep my hands busy.
I’m fidgeting. And I don’t know why. It’s like my body has forgotten how to sit still.
I feel a surge of warmth rush through me, and my breath catches.
It’s them .
Their alpha presence is like an invisible force that presses in on me from all sides, and my body is responding – too much.
I can’t stop fidgeting, picking at the blanket, rearranging cushions.
Every time I touch something, I have this overwhelming urge to make it perfect .
It’s like I’m…nesting or something, and I don’t even realise why, until the thought strikes me so suddenly, it’s almost embarrassing.
My fingers are trembling, and every time my hand brushes against the soft fabric of the blanket, I want to dive into it, bury myself deep, like it’s somehow going to protect me from this pull inside me that I can’t seem to shake.
They’re watching me. I can feel their eyes on me, and I swear it’s making everything worse. It’s like they know . They know what’s happening to me, what I’m struggling with. But they don’t say anything, just sit there, waiting.
I’m waiting , too, for the moment when I can get myself under control, when I won’t feel like I’m going to shatter from the inside out.
I tug at the sleeves of Blaise’s hoodie, wanting the feel of it on my skin, something familiar, something that will stop my pulse from racing. Why do I want to wear their clothes so badly? Sure, I enjoyed it before, but I never felt like I’d die if I didn’t.
I don’t even realise I’m doing it until I’m pulling it over my head and burying my nose in the fabric. It’s his scent. Warm and comforting, deep and intense but with a freshness that calms me, and…I just want to drown in it.
God, what is happening to me? Maybe I should message my sisters and ask? But what would I say? I wish the storm hadn’t knocked the power out. If we still had Wi-Fi I could at least Google my symptoms.
My body pulses with that overwhelming ache again, something raw and primitive that I don’t have the words to describe.
My skin burns with it, a fire that keeps spreading, crawling through my veins.
I’m so hot, so restless, my legs shifting, my hands going to my neck as if I could pull the heat out of me somehow.
“Evie?” Blaise’s voice is soft, but there’s an edge to it. Like he’s sensing it too, like he can see me struggling to keep my composure. I look up at him, and I hate how my body reacts to the mere sight of him, how I can’t seem to keep myself in check.
“I’m—” I hesitate, biting my lip. “I’m really tired.”
The words don’t feel right. I don’t feel tired, not really, but I need some space. I need to get away from this...from them.
“I think I need to sleep,” I force myself to say, my voice strained. “I think...I need some space. Just for tonight.”
Dane shifts, his brow furrowing. “Evie?—”
I cut him off, my voice firm now, even though everything inside me is screaming not to do it. “Please,” I say, my eyes flicking to both of them. “Just...give me a little space. Alone. Tonight. Please. I’ll call for you if I need you.”
It’s hard to ask. So hard. My chest feels like it’s closing in, like I’m suffocating under the weight of all of this – them , the new storm outside, the storm inside me, all of it mixing together.
There’s a long pause, and for a moment, I think they won’t agree. But then, finally, Blaise sighs. He sets his guitar aside and looks at me, his expression softening.
“All right,” he murmurs, his voice low, almost tender. “We’ll sleep in the lounge. We’ll give you some space, honeybee.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, too quietly, almost too relieved to breathe.
Dane leans in, brushing a soft kiss against my forehead, his lips lingering just long enough for me to feel it. “We’ll be here if you need us,” he says, his voice thick with something that I don’t quite understand. It makes my heart race, and I can’t hold back the shiver that runs down my spine.
“I know,” I murmur, my voice barely a whisper.
Then, as if the moment is almost too much to bear, they’re both standing up and pulling me to my feet too. Blaise kisses my cheek lightly, a quick, gentle touch. “Night, Evie.”
“Goodnight,” Dane adds, his voice a little hoarser. It’s like he’s holding something back, something I can’t quite place.
Wordlessly, Xar comes over and hugs me, before taking me by the hand and leading me to my nest. He helps me get settled, kisses my forehead and promises he’ll be right outside if I need him.
And then he’s gone and I’m alone. But the stillness doesn’t bring the relief I expected. Instead, it amplifies everything – the pulsing heat inside me, the ache that doesn’t seem to go away, and the pull I feel toward them even when they’re not here.
I curl into the blankets, pulling them tightly around me, as if it will help. I bury my face into the pillow, wishing for sleep to come, but knowing that it’s going to be a long night.
The storm outside rages on, and inside, the storm in me is just beginning.