Page 28 of Let It Snow (Eden’s Omegaverse #7)

Still, he voiced it, and it created something extra between us, something hard to pinpoint, but surely an important conclusion.

When the social workers arrive, I struggle to hand the boy over. The warmth of his small body stirs something in me, a yearning I hadn’t known was there.

When the worker finally takes him from my arms, a hollow ache opens inside me, and I shrink into myself. Snow pulls me in tighter, and together we head for the exit.

"Poor boy…" I whisper.

Out in the parking lot, a crowd of reporters and onlookers gathers, so we slip away quickly.

"How are you feeling, Summer?" Snow asks quietly as we leave the center and merge onto the highway.

"I’m fine. You know… my life wasn’t in danger, but I feel for that omega and his son. I hope they’ll be okay."

"I’m sure they will," he says with quiet confidence.

We drive in silence for a long while. My mind feels hazy, buzzing with the fog that always creeps in when we’re not touching. Maybe it’s for the best, a chance to reset and step back from the accident?

Then, unexpectedly, my thoughts drift back to what I had planned for tonight.

It feels random, yet I can’t stop replaying what went on in the dome—before the cracks, before the chaos. That surge of orgasmic energy… It’s ridiculous to think about now, but I do it anyway.

Am I really that desperate?

I steal a glance at Snow, his profile sharp against the blur of the landscape flashing past the Jaguar’s window. We’ve moved like a perfectly tuned team, quick and in sync, when the crash happened, I felt his presence and support as something powerful and reliable.

Is this heading somewhere more between us? Into very intense, romantic territory?

I’m about to find out.

Because when we step out in front of the Nolans’ house, Snow circles the car and comes to stand close, sliding his arms around my waist and pulling me in, his face lowering toward mine.

"This date didn’t end the way I wanted, Summer. I hoped it would be… calmer. But there’s one thing I still want just as much as when it began."

His head tilts slightly, his eyes burning with an intensity I’ve never seen in him before.

"Will you be mine, Summer? My boyfriend? I’ve wanted this since the moment I first saw you, from the day you arrived."

My breath catches. Emotion swells inside me, and in its rush I pull him closer, our lips meeting. The kiss is sweet, with a hidden promise of more woven between us as our bodies press together.

"I will," I murmur against his mouth. "Yes, I will!"

And I do want this, so much. I want to dive into the deep end, to finally live like everyone else, to have all the joys and pleasures that fill other people’s lives, even the excitements and the worries. I want it, and Snow is not just a ‘hope’ for that, but a real chance.

We share a nature, and that means more to me than anything. Because on top of the normal life I long for, there is magic, and that makes it even better. Uniquely ours.

"I think tonight I can show you what I really look like," I whisper breathlessly. "Before we go further in our… relationship, you should know who you’re really with." I let a trace of sensual promise color my voice.

Snow smiles almost wildly, his eyes glowing. "I can’t wait, Summer. To see you in your full glory."

The weight of it hits me, and I blink.

"So tonight?"

He tilts his head. "Only if you don’t feel it’s too soon."

"Maybe it is soon, but I feel like it’s still the right time. I want this. I feel impatient. And… I want more of what you gave me at the table." I can’t help but send him a coy, playful gaze.

"Ah…" Snow bares his teeth in a grin. "That." Then he kisses me leisurely. "I’ll give you as much of it as you want, as much as you can take."

"I’ll hold you to that," I whisper.

Then I squint my eyes a bit and say, "So… I’ll meet you at your place. I just need to stop by my room for a minute and freshen up. That whole oceanarium rescue really wore me out."

Snow nods, then pulls me in one more time, and we kiss for a moment. In his eyes now I see a true alpha, full of hunger and unrestrained desire. A low growl escapes him. For that brief instant he isn’t a sorcerer but just a man about to fuck…

"I’ll be waiting," he murmurs, letting me go reluctantly, glancing around as if expecting someone to notice, then straightening and walking away.

Buzzing with excitement, I climb up to my room and head straight for the shower.

I shave everywhere I need to, scrub down hard, then pull on the purple jockstrap I bought with Lake at the mall.

Smirking, I check myself in the mirror. I actually look pretty good.

The strap frames my ass in a way that’s hard to miss.

After the last three weeks, my once skinny frame has filled out, my ass has a solid curve to it.

Maybe tonight it finally gets impaled? I chuckle under my breath.

My gaze lingers for a moment on the scars along the lower part of my neck, but I don’t let them dull my excitement. Tonight is going to be perfect!

Clean, fresh, and ready to go, I leap from the balcony. As I’m about to cut through the citrus grove, I spot a lonely figure.

I stop short.

Someone is vaulting the fence and trying, not very smoothly, to hide in the bushes. Of course I head straight toward him, step around the shrub, and plant myself where he can see me.

He straightens with an awkward look.

He’s an omega, mid-thirties, could be more, short, curly hair the same caramel shade as mine, about my height. Attractive, maybe even beautiful, with a softness that would draw alphas to him.

His big, light gray eyes widen the moment he spots me.

We stare at each other for a moment before he blinks and says, "Sorry for breaking in like this, but I need to meet someone here. I can’t just walk through the front door, I wouldn’t exactly be welcome." His voice is pleasant, almost sensual, with a husky edge that borders on sexy.

But none of that works on me. I fold my arms across my chest. I have no interest in chatting, and the gesture must say it all.

He sighs, his face falling into something apologetic, like a sad spaniel’s.

"I really do need to see someone. Snow. I have something important to share with him. Please don’t tell Lake Nolan I came. I promised him I’d never come back here."

He starts edging sideways like he’s about to slip past me, but I take a sharp step to the right and block him. A shiver runs through me as I realize who he might be, though I don’t fully want to believe it.

"Look, I don’t know who you are, and I don’t want anything from you. I just need a few minutes with Snow, it’s important!"

He tries again to sidestep, moving gingerly, but I shift even more aggressively to block him.

His expression twists, almost on the verge of tears. He looks fragile, vulnerable, but I don’t feel mercy. Anger and jealousy rise in me instead.

"You don’t understand," he blurts, his voice breaking. But soon he gathers himself, clears his throat, and mutters, "And honestly, I don’t owe you an explanation, but I need to see him. It’s critical."

Yet, I stay silent, heavy with stormy emotions.

His jaw tightens. He crosses his arms to mirror me and lifts his chin in sudden defiance. "I’m not leaving until I see Snow."

My thoughts spin, suspicion flaring until I can hardly contain it. If this really is Theo, just the idea of him showing up here, especially today, fuels a rage so strong I nearly lose control; I could probably turn him into ashes on the spot.

He must catch some trace of it on my face, because his expression softens again, becoming almost pleading.

"Fine. Then go tell him Theo is here. If he doesn’t want to come, I’ll understand, but at least let him know I was here and that it’s urgent."

The last thing I want is to carry a message from Snow’s former lover, so against my will I give in. With obvious reluctance and a sour grimace, I turn toward the house, and Theo follows close behind.

We walk in silence. It feels like fire walks with me. I’m not a fire mage, but I swear something inside me is clawing to get out.

We reach the citrus grove, and for some wicked reason I decide to stay and see what happens between him and Snow. I go down the steps, Theo right on my heels.

I knock hard on the basement door, three heavy raps. From behind it, faint piano music drifts out.

A moment later the door swings open, and I freeze.

He’s standing there in a silky white-and-blue shirt left unbuttoned over a plain white top, fitted blue jeans that make him look unfairly good, and his hair is loose, spilling down in snowy strands around his sharp face.

Damn, he’s sexy. And dangerous, because letting him in could bring me exactly what I fear most: this situation.

I shift half a step to the side so he can see who’s standing behind me.

Snow’s face rarely shows emotions like surprise, embarrassment, or shame, but now something flickers in his eyes.

Theo, hunched a little behind me, blurts out, "I’m sorry for showing up here after I promised I wouldn’t, but I have something important to tell you. Can we talk for a moment?"

Without a word, Snow steps back to give him room.

Theo strides inside quickly, decisively. I do the same, just as swiftly and just as stubbornly, pushing into the basement after him.

Theo drops onto the couch, and I take the same couch but the opposite end, because if this is going to be confrontational, then I’m all in.

"This is supposed to be a private conversation!" the omega snaps, throwing me an irritated glare.

I stay silent, jaw tight, wearing my most stubborn expression.

Snow’s gaze shifts between us, his face unreadable, but I know on some level he isn’t happy about this.

The silence stretches. Neither Snow nor I say a word, until Theo hisses in frustration and bursts out, "Fine. If this is how it’s going to be, then so be it. I’ll say what I came to say, and you can’t stop me." His last words are clearly aimed at me.

"I’m pregnant, Snow. And you’re the father."