Page 64 of His Snowbound Omega

“I won’t run. I think you make me happy.”

“More uncertainty.” He scoffed. “So stubborn.”

“I’ll work on it,” he promised. It’d always been easier to pretend the good and the bad away, it was how he kept focused on the tasks at hand. How he kept himself moving forward, by only looking straight ahead and not allowing himself any types of distractions.

That might no longer be necessary, but it would take him a while to adjust to this new way of living. To not having to consider every detail down to the last coin and to listen to his own wants and desires instead of pushing those voices down and silencing them.

The eggs began to sizzle.

“Tell me you’re mine, omega.” Baal lingered.

“I’m yours,” he replied. “And you’re mine. My alpha.”

Baal grinned, his elation palpable.

“My alpha,” Thorn drawled, “who’s burning breakfast.”

With a curse, he spun around and rushed back into the kitchen.

Thorn laughed and watched him prepare the meal, welcoming that contentment he’d been so afraid of only a few days ago.

He could get used to this.

Used to life with his alpha.

Epilogue:

Two Years Later

“Don’t forget to call.” Thorn rubbed his sweaty palms together. “And if anything happens, or you feel off, go straight to the hospital. Don’t take any chances. And no drinking. The doctor said—”

“I get it. I get it.” Aster rolled his eyes and pulled the last duffel bag out of the car, slinging it over his shoulder. He’d grown taller in the past couple of years, any sign of his past illness long gone, and standing next to Thorn, he could probably pass as his fraternal twin more than a little brother.

Thorn wasn’t sure if that meant Aster looked good for his age or he did, but it didn’t matter. He was more caught on the fact that this day was finally here.

“Quit hovering.” Baal rested a hand on Thorn’s shoulder and eased him back. “Give him space. He’s not a kid anymore.”

“I’m a university student now.” Aster beamed at them. “Thanks for helping bring all my stuff into the dorms, brother-in-law.”

“Of course. If you need anything—”

“Not you too.” He groaned.

“I’m only saying, if you call me instead of your paranoid brother, I won’t scold you as much.”

“Promise?” Aster snapped his fingers. “I’m going to hold you to that!”

“Hey.” Thorn glared at the alpha.

“Isn’t it better that he feels comfortable coming to at least one of us with his problems?” Baal whispered into his ear.

Damn it. Thorn had to admit that was true.

These past years living in Fae Manor, Aster and Baal had gotten close, with the latter treating him like another older brother. The alpha was even paying for him to go to school, with the added caveat that Aster’s grades couldn’t slip.

Thorn had made that rule himself, but he’d put his foot down with it. While he had faith in his relationship with the alpha now, he still didn’t want Aster growing up spoiled.

“Remember, dinner once a month back home,” he called when Aster started to retreat back toward the dorm building.