Page 63 of Claiming the Pack’s Omega (Riverwell Omegaverse #2)

"We'd love to, Wildflower. I think we all just got excited at the thought."

"Why else would you have beds as big as you do?"

"They sell that as the default to packs when we went in to furnish our house," Theo says. "So rest assured, our beds are only as big as they are for you."

"You know, the thought you got beds as big as you did for another omega didn't even cross my mind before you mentioned it," I say, narrowing my eyes teasingly at Theo.

"Well then, forget I said anything," he murmurs, leaning down to place a kiss on my forehead. "Let's get you inside."

He pushes open the passenger side door and steps out of the car, waiting for me to follow him.

When I do, I don't even make it a single step out of the car before he sweeps me up into his arms.

"Hey! I can walk, you know."

"I know you can . But I want to take care of you," Theo says. "Let me. Please, Spitfire."

There's a tension in his voice that betrays a deeper need. I think I've forgotten that the events of tonight don't just affect Milo, Killian, and I. It affects the entire pack.

Plus, it must've been scary as hell for Theo to see Milo hurt.

"I'll get ready for bed in my bathroom and join you guys for bed when I'm done, sound good?" I ask, peeking up and over Theo's shoulder.

"Sounds good, Princess," Killian nods.

"You really are like a princess," Milo says, smiling back at us as he opens the front door. "Especially with Theo carrying you like that."

I certainly feel like a princess. The pack has a way of making me feel like the most important omega in the world.

"Are you going to carry me up the stairs too?" I laugh.

"Of course. What would be the point if I set you down and told you that you had to climb them yourself?" Theo huffs, rolling his eyes. "It would be a useless gesture."

I don't know if it would be completely useless. I think him carrying me at all has already made my inner omega preen.

"We'll be out here waiting for you," Theo says when he sets me down in my room.

"Okay," I say, smiling up at him.

As he leaves me, the first thing I do is kick off my heels, grab my pajamas, and head into the bathroom to scrub off the remnants of makeup from my face.

I close the bathroom door behind me and it shuts with a soft click.

I leave the dress in a puddle on the floor because, frankly, I'm too tired to deal with it.

I had a feeling that tonight wouldn't go so well, but the dinner was so much crazier than I thought.

Even though this bathroom has only been mine for a short period of time, being able to get ready for bed here brings me a sense of comfort.

As I'm brushing my teeth, I hear some soft murmurs coming from my room.

"What are you thinking of doing about your brother?" I hear Stone ask. "Are you going to press charges against him?"

At this point, I'm pressing my ear up against the bathroom door to listen in. If anyone could see me right now, I'd probably look like an idiot with my toothbrush still in my mouth.

"We'd be able to win the case against him," Theo says next. "But he wouldn't get nearly enough time. The punishment for soliciting prostitution is only six months in jail and a fine."

I didn't know that. That seems ridiculously low, but I guess it would make sense that the punishment for something that an awful lot of powerful Northsiders do would be.

"I don't know. If I press charges, that'll give him and my parents the opportunity to press charges against me," Killian sighs. "And that would complicate things. But I also don't want to see my brother going unpunished for what he did to Reyna."

I've heard enough. I rinse my mouth out in the sink and step back out into my bedroom.

"You've got enough people praying for your downfall, you don't need to overly complicate things for my sake?—"

My sentence is cut short when I get a good look at my four guys, all sprawled out on my bed in nothing but their boxers, looking like calendar models or something.

My nipples instantly perk up, waving "hello" to everyone in the room as my perfume explodes out of me.

Holy shit. They're so hot.

With the way their eyes are locked on me and my body and the hungry looks they're all wearing, they seem to think the same about me.

"Wow," Theo breathes out. "Those are some sexy pajamas."

"You think so?" I say teasingly, resting a hand on my hip as I strike a little pose for them.

"Come over here," Killian orders, his voice low.

Who am I to disobey?

I crawl over to them from the foot of the bed, settling between Killian and Milo.

Milo lets out a soft groan as I do, scrubbing his hands down his face. In the dim light coming from the lamp on my nightstand, I can see the red blush painting the tips of his ears red that I love so much. He's adorable when he's flustered.

"Such a tease," Killian growls, tugging me so I'm sprawled across his lap and staring up at him as he sits up against my headboard.

I hadn't seen Killian shirtless before. The wait was certainly worth it. Most alphas can maintain a certain level of bulkiness with minimal effort, but he's less cut than Theo. He also has a dusting of dark hair on his chest that makes me want to pet him like a cat.

"Keep that up, and we'll have to do something about that when we should all be getting some rest." He brushes his thumb over my parted lips, a devilish smirk on his expression.

I sputter, trying to gather the last remaining brain cells that haven't overheated from being surrounded by four ridiculously attractive men.

"Shut up," I finally manage to say, pushing away some of my hair from my face. I narrow my eyes on Killian. "Stop it."

"Stop what, Princess?"

"Stop being so fucking hot. You're cooking all my brain cells. I can't do any thinking."

"You know, I don't think that's something we can do," Theo chuckles, stretching his arm behind his neck as he grins at me. That fucker also knows what he's doing.

"Fine," I huff. I try to sit up so I can at least get off of Killian's lap, but he holds me to him.

"Stay," he says, his voice gruff. "Please."

I instantly relax into his touch. What can I say? I'm a sucker for one of my guys asking nicely.

"Like I was saying, before we got interrupted. I don't want you guys to risk anything just to try and get Max put behind bars for a few months."

"Are you sure?" Killian asks, his brows drawn down. "There are ways we can make it happen."

"Without some sort of fallout to your career?"

His jaw clenches before he sighs and shakes his head. "Probably not. Especially with the big case and investigation going on right now."

"Then I don't give a shit. You already beat him half to death. I'm not sure anything could actually teach that guy a lesson, but if jail's not an option, that's definitely up there on the list of things that could."

"How're you holding up, by the way?" Stone asks from his spot next to Killian. "I know you don't like the sight of blood."

And there certainly was a lot of it. The contrast between the dark blood and pale marble of the balcony only emphasized it.

"I'm sorry you had to see me like that," Killian says softly, brushing some hair behind my ear.

I hold Killian's hand against my face, leaning into his touch.

"Thank you for washing your hands after," I say. "You did what you had to do. It felt good, watching Max get what's been a long time coming."

I let out a soft yawn.

"We should get some rest," Milo says softly.

I turn my head to look at him and see his eyes are already drifting shut. I guess Stone must've given him some pain meds. He looks adorable, all sleepy like this.

I reach out and trace the red marks on his neck. They're probably going to bruise up pretty dark in the upcoming days. I would know.

But to me, when I see them, they'll just serve as reminders for how hard Milo fought to protect me.

"We should," I say.

Theo rolls over and turns off the lamp on my nightstand, casting the room in darkness.

After a little shifting, I settle, sandwiched between Killian and Milo, feeling the safest I ever have.

"Goodnight, guys."

A chorus of goodnights greet me and my eyes flutter shut.