Page 21 of Conflicting Lyrics (Heartbreak Melody #1)

Deep, heavy snoring pulls me from my slumber. Blinking my eyes open, I give them a rub with the back of my hand before stretching.

I whimper softly at the dull pain that radiates in my body.

That was single-handedly the best heat of my life.

A massive smile takes over my whole face. Flashes of the past few days make their way to the forefront of my mind.

So much sex. The best sex of my life. These men did not back down from a challenge, and trust me, I was throwing them out left and right.

As I stand, butt-ass naked in the middle of the room, I turn around and see the two of them fast asleep. I don’t blame them. I worked them over real good. They’re going to be tired for days.

Me? Other than that full-bodied ache, I feel wonderful.

Really needing to pee, I leave the room and go into the bathroom across the hall. After I’m done using it, I grimace at the messy state of my body along with the rat's nest that is my hair, and help myself to a shower.

I sigh at the feeling of the hot water on my body and stand there for a little while, letting it soothe my aching muscles before getting to work at scrubbing all the cum and slick from my body.

My hair was the hardest, a knotted mess, but thankfully, the conditioner did its job.

The guys took amazing care of me, at least from what I can remember. They washed me, fed me, and made sure I was hydrated. And I know I didn’t make it easy.

I was a brat. I fought them, but they handled me so well. Never getting mad or frustrated with me.

They treated me with so much tenderness and care that tears sting my eyes, and emotions clog my throat at the memories.

Everything was perfect. Too perfect. “Fuck,” I croak. My eyes catch on the bracelet on my wrist.

With shaking fingers, I run them over the daisy. “Fuck,” I sob, squeezing my eyes shut.

My mind is plagued with so many different conflicting emotions.

Happiness, joy, hope, fear, uneasiness, uncertainty. All of it over the fact that I like these two Alphas who came into my life, took it by storm, and changed everything literally overnight.

And the fact that there‘s this fucked up part of me that feels like I’m betraying Ally. I might lie to myself that I’m over her, but I’m not. And I truly don’t think I ever will be.

The bond we had is like a brand to my soul. She kept me going when I didn't know I needed her. Gave me the only escape from that fucked up nightmare I was living in until she fully consumed me without me even knowing.

I owe her so much for saving me, even if neither of us knew that's what she was doing at the time.

Now I’m at a crossroads. Do I let myself be happy, not letting my past control my present or future, and give these men a chance at the happiness I’ve been longing for for so damn long?

Or do I run and keep holding onto the ghost of my past?

Getting out of the shower, I dry myself off and wrap the towel around my body before heading into the room.

Standing in the doorway, tears spill down my cheeks as I watch them.

Gavin is on his stomach, lips parted as he softly snores. His toned ass peeks out of the covers, making me smile.

Brady is on his back with the sheet draped over his lower half, tattooed abs on display, and an arm resting over his eyes as he snores, too.

Pulling on clothes from the dressers in the room, I tell myself I’m not running.

I tell myself the same thing as I leave the two of them sleeping and slip out of this strange house.

I keep telling myself that as I walk across the grass, the morning sun beating down on me, surrounding me in a warm glow.

“Running away?” A voice has me choking on a scream. Spinning around, I find Dakota leaning against a nearby house, brow raised as she takes me in.

“No,” I squeak out, but neither of us buys it.

She sighs, pushing herself off the wall and walking towards me.

I’m frozen in fear, not sure what she's going to do.

“It’s going to kill them, you know.” She crosses her arms, stopping a few feet before me.

Guilt hits me like a punch to the gut.

“I don’t want to hurt them,” I promise.

“Then why are you running?” She tilts her head to the side.

“Because I’m so fucking scared.” I rub at my face as the tears leak from the corners of my eyes.

“My past is fucked up, Dakota. I come with so much baggage I’d sink a boat.

It’s hard for me to trust anyone. And I haven’t let myself feel anything for another person in a long time.

I’m still in pain from the last one. They just met me, the last thing they need is some broken Omega. ”

“Did they tell you that?”

“No,” I whisper.

“Then don’t you think you owe it to them to let them decide what’s best for themselves?”

Chewing on my lip, my heart races in my chest. One conflicting thought after another fills my mind.

Ultimately, I agree. “Can I have your phone?”

She pauses but reaches into her back pocket and pulls it out, handing it to me. Finding her contacts, I add my number and my address before handing it back to her.

“Tell them I’m not running. I just…” I look over my shoulder to the house that holds the two men who mean more to me than I care to admit, before looking back to their little sister.

“I need time. A lot has happened in the past few days, and I need time to process before I freak out and fuck this all up.”

Understanding fills her features.

“They’re not going to give up on you, Lulu. I can tell you that right now. I think the only thing that will drag them away from you is if they’re in handcuffs in the back of a cop car. Even then, I know they will do whatever it takes to get back to you.”

A sob bubbles out, and I bite my lip to keep myself from falling apart at this moment.

I want to tell her I’m not worth it, that they don’t know me well enough to feel that way about me.

But I know in my heart that's just how our world works. Hard and fast. From zero to a hundred in the blink of an eye.

“I hope they do,” I whisper. Because I never knew just how much I needed someone to fight for me than I do right now.

She gives me a nod and asks me if I need a ride home, but I shake my head. I do ask to use her phone again to call Rick, though.

I can tell Rick has a ton of questions when he picks me up, but he doesn’t ask them, seeming to sense now isn’t the time.

The only thing he asks as we pull away from the Steel Devil’s compound is, “Are you okay?”

I look over at him with a sad smile. “Physically? Yes.” Tears fill my eyes as I look back out the window. “My heart? That I’m not too sure about.”

It’s been a few days, and I feel like shit. I haven’t felt this depressed in years. Sure, there were always sad moments, but since coming to Calling Wood, I’ve had so many people in my corner that it never lasted for long.

After getting back to my place, I called Maya and sobbed like a little bitch on the phone to her, spilling everything that's happened since leaving her house a few days ago.

When I was done, I asked her what I should do, and she surprised me by telling me to give them a chance. That she’s never seen me care so much about anyone like this before, and that she thinks they could be the ones for me.

And I know my heart believes that too.

So why haven’t they called? The way Dakota made it seem made me think they would be busting down my door to get to me.

Yet, I haven't gotten so much as a text.

Was Dakota mad at me and just didn’t give them my number?

Or were they so hurt by the fact I wasn’t there after sharing something so intimate together that they decided they were done with me?

Every last possibility has been consuming my mind. I’m drained, going through my days feeling like a zombie.

Today, I try to do better by showering, putting on a cute sundress, and adding a little bit of makeup to my face. I keep my hair down, letting my curls out to play from the pony-tail prison I’ve kept them in these last couple of days.

I’m hoping it convinces me that everything will be okay, but I feel like by the end of the day, I’ll be at the compound doorstep begging to see them.

All I know is that I need them. I just want them to wrap their arms around me, hold me close so I can breathe in their comforting scents that feel like home and safety.

Even though I know I’m not going to be able to concentrate on anything we learn about in my business class, I go anyway, hoping that’s not the case.

The room is filled like always, with people chatting with each other before class begins.

I’m heading up the stairs towards where I normally sit when I have to blink, not sure if my mind is playing tricks on me.

“What?” I whisper to myself as I continue to stare dumbly at the two men sitting in the back row.

They stand out, all big and covered with tattoos.

My stomach flips as a whine threatens to spill free. Those damn tears I thought I was all out of, sting the back of my eyes.

It’s them. My Alphas. The two men who stormed into my life and changed everything.

“Miss Carter, take your seat, please. Class has started.”

The mention of my last name has both of them looking over towards me.

My heart races faster, butterflies fluttering in my stomach at the sight of their stunning blue eyes.

I can feel the rest of the students’ eyes on me, their whispers wondering what‘s wrong with me, why I’m just standing there on the verge of crying.

Taking a shuddering breath, I thank my limbs for letting me move as I shakily walk towards them.

There’s an empty seat between the two of them, and I take it, feeling like I’m going to pass out from nervous excitement.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, voice cracking from my barely contained emotions.

I risk a look, moving my attention from one man to the other. “This is our class.” Brady gives me a casual shrug.

“What?” I ask in shock. “What do you mean?”

“We go here now.” Brady grins, giving me a wink.

“You didn’t think we were just going to let you go that easily, did you?” Gavin asks, my eyes darting over to his.

“Sorry, we haven’t called you. Had a lot to do to make this possible,” Brady says.

“Make what possible?” I ask, still in shock.

“Attending here,” Gavin says.

“You go to Calling Wood?” I ask dumbly.

“Yup.” Brady grins.

“But… but why? I’m done in less than six months. I graduate at the end of the year.”

“We know,” Gavin replies. “But we wanted as much time with you as possible. This seemed like the best way.”

Any normal person would think this is crazy, that they are coming off way too strong, and that I should be concerned.

But I’m not a normal person, and if I didn’t go running from finding out they were a part of an MC, I’m not going to now.

If anything, my whole damn fucking heart explodes at this information. They want me so badly that they are willing to go through all this trouble to make it happen.

“So, Lulu Carter,” Brady whispers, leaning in closer to me. He grins, raising a tattooed finger to tuck a wayward curl behind my ear. “Are you ready to be courted like you rightfully deserve?”

My lower lip quivers as my body threatens to burst from the amount of joy coursing through me. I can’t do it anymore; I can’t fight the good things in my life, and I won’t deny myself the chance at being happy.

I deserve it, don’t I?

So, I do one of the most terrifying things I’ve ever done in my life. With a shaking nod, I whisper. “Okay.” And take a chance on happiness.

The end. For now.

Up next, Broken Harmony for Ally’s story.