Page 26 of Broken Alpha (Unwanted #1)

Aidyn

I wasn’t a crier. It wasn’t really something I did, so why did I feel like crying now?

Something felt off, and I couldn’t place what it was.

We arrived at Luke’s apartment, and I helped him put away the groceries before he instructed me to start on my nest while he worked on dinner.

I deposited the plushies onto the corner of Luke’s U-shaped sectional before taking the blankets and lights into the bedroom.

The last time I was in this space, I don’t remember seeing a nightstand on the right side of the bed.

It was a different color than the one on the left, which led me to believe that he had gone out of his way to purchase one for me.

My heart melted at the idea, but the fact that the color was different from the other made me itchy.

I would try to ignore it since Luke went out of his way for me.

I placed the candles on the nightstand and found a phone charger plugged into the wall on this side for me to use. I couldn’t help but smile.

I unboxed the lights and opened the package of small Command hooks, placing them in a loose zig-zag pattern above the headboard on my side of the bed.

Once that was plugged in, I unpacked the throw and placed it on the right side of the bed to avoid disturbing Luke.

Luke assured me that I could do what I wanted, but it still felt wrong, like I was an intruder.

This wasn’t my home, and I shouldn’t act like it was.

If I gave in to my Omega, it would be too much, and he would think it was stupid.

My Omega struggled because I didn’t feel comfortable here.

Not really. I could feel the desire to build a nest, but also insecure about doing so.

The only reason I was comfortable here was because he was here.

I was safe with Luke, but my Omega was unsure if he was safe in his Alpha’s space.

Maybe that’s why everything looked wrong.

I tried researching other nests, but mine looked nothing like the one on the internet.

Maybe it was the way the lights were strung.

Maybe it was the one Halloween blanket I didn’t wash before putting it on the bed, so it smells faintly of the spiced candles that were around it at the store.

Maybe it was the mismatched nightstands.

Maybe it was because I was defective and had no idea how to build a nest because I had never had the instinct to make one before.

The ones online looked beautiful and were put together in a round, nest-like shape made up of clothing and blankets, and mine looked like someone just decorating for the holidays.

This is how Luke found me, kneeling on the bed, tears running down my cheeks, as I berated myself for being totally stupid and defective and having zero idea what the fuck I was doing.

He crawled onto the bed behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against his body.

The second his citrusy scent hit my nose, my body released the tension it held.

I sagged against his chest, brushing the tears from my face as embarrassment flashed through me. God, I was pathetic.

“What’s wrong, little fawn?” he asked, nuzzling the side of my face.

“I don’t know. Something feels off, and I can’t place it. Maybe this stuff doesn’t belong here. Maybe I don’t belong here.”

“That’s nonsense. If I had my way, you would be moving in, not staying a weekend. You belong here. Maybe it feels off because there are only a few items, which we’ll fix tomorrow. We’ll go to a nesting store and find the perfect items.”

“Luke, I can’t afford it.”

“Let me take care of you. I thought you said you would give in to your Omega a little more. Doing that means relying on your Alpha to care for you, no matter what it is.”

“No offense, but teachers don’t get paid that much. If you keep trying to buy things, you’ll go broke.”

“Is that what this is about? You’re worried about my finances?

” he chuckled softly. “Sweetheart, I own this building. I also own several commercial buildings, both for businesses and residential. My parents didn’t like me becoming a teacher and openly informed me that they would not support it.

Teaching wasn’t the family business, so I started saving and investing before I started college.

I teach because I want to, not because I have to. ”

“Oh.” What else was I supposed to say to that? Even if he claims to be financially better off, my anxiety would still tell me that he’s spending too much, and what if he grows tired of me? Fated mates, be damned.

“Now, I know it’s your nest, but would it be okay if I changed a few things?”

I could only nod and allow him to drag me off the bed.

I stood where he instructed so that I could watch him attempt to fix my mess and correct him if something didn’t seem right.

My Omega, however, was over the moon. We were building a nest together.

He was thrilled that his Alpha was changing what we had and wanted to actively be a part of its construction.

I watched as Luke unstrung the bat lights, removed the hooks, and applied new ones to hang the lights in a swooping design above the headboard instead of a zig-zag.

Once that was done, he moved the throw to the middle of the bed as if it were a centerpiece on the comforter.

He opened the other throw and folded it over the foot of the bed so that both had a home in his space.

He looked at me then, seeing what I thought, and I nodded, feeling as if things were finally clicking into place.

“Are the lights too bright for sleep?” I asked, tilting my head.

“If they are, we can pick up some of those plugs that will turn lights on and off with a mini remote or an app on our phones. You can keep it by your nightstand. But I don’t think they’re too bright.”

“Speaking of stands,” I glanced at the two nightstands, and Luke must’ve caught me looking because he started laughing, a rumbling sound that started in his chest.

“Yeah, I was in a hurry and couldn’t find one like mine on short notice. I hate them. They need to match.”

“They do.” I smiled, relieved.

“But is this a little better?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry. That was embarrassing as fuck.”

Luke smiled at me before coming around the bed and taking me in his arms again. “This is new for you; you’re listening to an urge you didn’t acknowledge before. If something is wrong or off, we’ll fix it.”

“Would you be okay with continuing to help me build my first nest?” I asked, tilting my face towards him.

He blinked at me for a moment before leaning in and kissing me tenderly on the lips. “Nothing would make me happier.”

Well. That was a lie. Apparently, his cock in my mouth made him really happy as I took him down my throat, flexing the muscles there to squeeze around him.

His hands pushed their way into my hair, grasping at the strands.

He applied a little pressure to the back of my head, but not enough for me to choke or prevent my movements.

It was rewarding for me to watch him come undone, to give in to the pleasure I provided him.

Every time I twirled my tongue in a certain way over his head, he would squirm, and his breath would catch in his throat.

His knuckles dug into the comforter as if he were looking for anything to ground himself into.

“You keep that up, and I won’t last long, little Omega,” he hissed, his head tilted backward against the pillows.

“So let me taste you.” I ran my tongue over the slit of his cock, catching the droplets of precum that leaked down his tip. The scent of his Alpha mixed well with the saltiness of his gift, spreading across my taste buds and exciting my Omega.

The bedroom was dark except for the bat lights that hung from the wall, illuminating the pleasure on his face in a soft glow.

Shadows danced across his skin, making the moment more erotic than it had any right to be.

I was falling in love with him. I didn’t have a choice not to love him.

He was my mate. I wanted to be around him.

I thought about him constantly. I wanted him to love me the way I loved him.

I was so fucking fucked, but at the same time, I was starting not to worry.

He soothed the fear of my own Omega, and I wasn’t afraid to be in his care.

I was learning that it was okay just to be.

I moved off his cock, focusing my attention on his balls that hung heavy before me.

I couldn’t help but rub my face into his soft, velvety sack, his Alpha scent strongest here.

I carefully cupped one of his balls with my tongue, pulling it into my mouth, and sucked gently before moving to the other one; his face flushed in pleasure as he watched me.

He ran his fingers through my temple, tucking my hair behind my ear, and smiled down at me.

“So beautiful with my cock filling your mouth.”

Fuck, could he be any hotter? I stroked his cock, my motions rough and hard, bringing him off the bed as his back arched into my touch before I swallowed his cock again.

He gasped as I used my hand to twist around his shaft, bringing him closer and closer to his climax.

He couldn’t help himself, his hand digging back into my hair, pulling at the strands, and he began to move his hips with my ministrations, pushing his cock deeper down my throat.

I opened myself to him, allowing him further than he had ever been before, breathing becoming more difficult as my eyes began to water, and yet I was more turned on than ever before.

He used my mouth for his own pleasure, coming undone and taking from me what he wanted.

He wasn’t cruel about his actions, just desperate for the release I was attempting to give him.

He erupted in my mouth, his salty flavor exploding on my taste buds and sliding down my throat in hot, aggressive bursts.

I moaned as his taste hit me, his hand leaving my hair, but I continued to swallow him, making sure I had drawn out every last drop.

He began to twitch and groan as my tongue flicked across his sensitive and overstimulated tip.

Without warning, he climbed on top of me, pinning me beneath his body and capturing my mouth with his, his tongue removing all traces of him from me. His hand cupped my hard cock, and I reached down to stop him, shaking my head as I interlaced his fingers and brought it to my chest.

“That was for you, not for me. I don’t want anything at this moment except to bring you pleasure. You’ve changed my life so much in such a short time. All I can do is show you my gratitude and please you.”

He looked at me momentarily before burying his face in my neck, nipping at the skin softly. “You could never displease me. You are a gift, Aidyn, one I never thought I’d receive.”