Page 21 of Rhythm Of Our Souls (Heartbreak Melody #3)

Ally

Poker didn’t happen. Turns out, the guys went out to party. So Nate and I decided to call it a night and go to bed.

At the time, I thought it was a good idea. Going to bed meant morning would come faster, and I could see Lulu again. I’d see Brady, and Liam would be back, Gavin too; he seems pretty cool. So, I thought it was a good idea.

Wrong. I’ve been lying here awake for half an hour, staring up at my ceiling. “I can’t sleep,” I whine loudly.

Nate’s chuckle sounds from somewhere in the bus.

“Didn’t think you would, Kitten!” Nate calls out. “You're still running off adrenaline. And caffeine.”

“When are you going to let that go?” I shout, frowning. “It was just a cup of coffee.”

“You can’t drink coffee with your meds, Kitty Cat, and you know it.”

“It’s not fair!” I shout. “I love coffee.”

“I know you do.” Nate pulls open the door. “And when you don’t have a concert and risk having a caffeine crash, then you can have one.”

“Really?” I sit up quickly in bed. “You mean it?”

“Yes,” he chuckles. “But you gotta be a good girl.”

I snort a laugh. “I’m the goodest girl. What are you talking about?”

He gives me a look.

“Whatever.” I throw a pillow at him. “You’re mean.”

“Seems like everyone's mean today,” he laughs, scratching at the back of his neck.

“Not Lulu.” Just saying her name makes me giddy. “Nate!” I throw myself back on my bed, grinning like a fool. “She’s back!”

“Yeah, Kitten. She’s back.”

I sit up again. “She’s really back. In my life. And she doesn’t hate me.”

“How could she?” Nate asks. “It’s nearly impossible to hate you.”

“Thanks,” I reply with a giggle. “But considering what I did, I wouldn’t blame her.”

His face softens. “You have to stop blaming yourself, Ally.”

“It’s hard not to,” I sigh, feeling the adrenaline start to leave my body. “She thought I didn’t care. She was alone, Nate. I should have been there.”

Emotion fills me, and I feel myself start to cry.

“Hey, hey.” Nate comes in, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Shhh.” He pulls me into his lap, and instead of sitting on it, I straddle him.

I can do that now. Because fucking hell, this man is finally mine.

I don’t even think we need to have a conversation about it.

It’s like our souls just know. It’s right. It feels so damn right.

“I hate her,” my voice breaks. “I hate her for taking that power from me. For making me stay away from Lulu.”

“I know.” He rubs his hands up and down my back. “I hate her too, baby.”

My lower lip wobbles. “She took so much from me,” I rasp.

“I know.” His voice is thick. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

I bury my face in Nate’s neck, the adrenaline crash a lot stronger than it normally is.

We stay like that until the tears dry and the crying stops.

My hormones are already all over the place. Add in the new development of a scent match, and I’m a fucking mess.

There’s a knock at the door that has me pulling away from Nate.

“I’ll get it.” He kisses my forehead. “Get in bed. I’ll be right back.”

Nodding, I crawl off his lap and back under the covers.

Curling into a ball, I stare out my window, tears staining the pillow as I start to cry again.

Murmurs sound from the other side of the bus. For a moment, I think Liam or the guys are back, but then Nate steps into my room. “Kitten, there’s someone here to see you.”

“Who?” I whisper.

“Brady.”

My eyes widen, and I scramble to sit up. “Brady? He’s here?”

Nate nods. “Is it okay if I let him in?”

The need to have my Alpha—to smell him, hold him—has me nodding frantically, my lower lip wobbling as I try to hold it together.

Nate steps away again, and some words are exchanged before Brady appears in the doorway.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” Brady’s husky voice has me falling apart all over again. “Don’t cry, baby,” he sounds torn. “Can I come in?”

For a moment, I’m wondering why he’s asking. I clearly need him. But then I see him looking around the room. This isn’t just my room, it’s my nest.

I nod my head, welcoming my Alpha into my safe place.

Without another word, Brady slips off his shoes, pants, and shirt, crawling into the bed with only his boxers on.

Any other time, I’d be slicking and ready to ride him like a pony. But right now? I just want him to hold me.

He wraps his arms around me, pulling me on top of him. “I got you, Sweetheart.”

The sincerity in his voice breaks me.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks.

I shake my head against his chest.

“Just hold me,” I beg, and he groans as if he’s in pain, his arms wrapping around me tighter. “I just need you.”

“You have me, Sweetheart. I’ll hold you forever if that’s what it takes.” He kisses the top of my head. “I’ve got you. You're okay. You're safe.”

Closing my eyes, I take a few deep breaths and with every inhale of his leather and musk, I start to believe it.

He starts to purr, and everything in me goes lax, like my body melts into his. My eyes grow heavy, sleep starting to take me under while Brady rubs my back.

And for the first time in my life, I don’t fall asleep alone.

I’m not alone anymore.

Something is touching me. What the fuck is in my bed?

Blinking my eyes open, I stay painfully still, not wanting to make any sudden movements. When my eyes land on a blond Viking-of-a-man lying there next to me, eyes closed and softly snoring, I barely hold back a scream.

Then last night comes flowing back in my mind.

So, it wasn’t a dream.

Lulu is really back in my life. And I have a scent matched Alpha.

Well, fuck me sideways.

I groan softly when I feel the pounding headache set in. It always happens after a concert.

Slowly sitting up, I stare down at the Alpha, taking in the curve of his nose, the blond beard that my hands itch to play with, and the way his eyelashes fan out over the freckles under his eyes.

“You gonna watch him like a creeper?” Nate’s voice startles me.

I shoot him a glare, placing a finger over my lips. I don’t want him to wake up. Not yet. I’m a zombie right now and I need the good stuff before I’m able to people.

Crawling out of bed, I quietly shut my door and stand in the hallway with Nate.

He smiles, a heated look in his eyes as he slowly appraises me.

Any other time, I’d make a playful remark, but he knows the drill.

“Hand it over,” I grumble, holding out my hand.

His eyes meet mine, sparkling with laughter. “Here you go, Kitten. No need for the claws.”

I grunt, taking the pain meds from him and tossing them into my mouth before taking the bottle of water he holds out for me and downing it in a few mouthfuls.

“Feed me,” I grumble.

“What do you like to eat?” Brady’s sleepy voice has me spinning around. Tilting my head back, I look up at the sexy, rumpled look he’s sporting and clamp my thighs shut.

“Hi,” I squeak.

His lip twitches. “Hi, Sweetheart.” He chuckles, the sound deep and sexy. Not helping at all. “Sleep well?”

Honestly, yes. It’s been one of the best sleeps I’ve ever had. And I never sleep well after a concert. But having him there, holding me, his comforting presence was amazing.

I slowly nod, and he smiles. “Good.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “So, what does my Omega feel like eating?” he asks, stepping past me and towards the kitchen area.

I blink at Nate, but he’s just grinning like a fool. “I’m loving this,” he whispers to me. “I’m just gonna leave you two alone for a bit. You're okay watching over her? Liam would kill me if I left her unguarded,” Nate asks Brady.

“Of course.” Brady nods firmly. “I won’t let anything happen to her. She’s safe with me.” Oddly, I did feel safe with him. And that's rare because there’s only a handful of people in my life I feel safe around.

“Be good, Kitten. Play nice. Don’t scare off your Alpha.”

I glare at Nate, flipping him off.

Brady’s brows jump as he looks between the two of us.

“Good luck with this one. I meant it when I said it last night; she wasn’t always this bright, bubbly Omega. She’s got bite.”

Brady’s eyes darken as he looks me over. “I love a good bite.”

Fuck. Me.

“You’re going to be just fine,” Nate laughs as he leaves the bus.

“So, Sweetheart. You wanna tell me what would make that little Omega stomach happy?” he asks, crossing his arms as he leans against the counter.

I make my way over to the couch, lifting my feet up and pulling the blanket over me before cuddling into a ball, still half asleep.

“Bacon and eggs,” I murmur. “And coffee.”

He snorts a laugh. “I’m pretty sure your Beta said no coffee.”

“He sucks,” I grumble. “Don’t listen to him. I’m the boss.”

Brady shakes his head, grinning as he turns to open the fridge, grabbing what he needs. “How about I make you a cup of tea?”

I think for a moment. I do like tea. “Okay. Thanks.”

Closing my eyes, I listen to the sounds of him moving around the kitchen, his scent adding to the blanket of comfort I’m feeling right now.

I didn’t realize I drifted off back to sleep until I feel Brady brushing his fingers against my cheek. “Food’s ready.”

Blinking my eyes open, I groan as I sit up. The smell hits me, which has me groaning for a whole new reason. “Thanks,” my voice cracks.

“Not a morning person?” he asks, playfulness in his tone.

“No,” I sigh. “More like talk-to-me-only-after-noon kind of person.”

“Fair enough. Mornings suck.” He kisses the side of my head. “Eat.”

My eyes flick up to his, and I just watch him for a moment. How can this feel so right, so natural? I just met the man last night. I hardly know anything about him apart from his name, that he’s with Lulu, and he’s a part of an MC.

And sexy. So. Damn. Sexy.

“What?” he asks.

“You really aren’t an asshole.”

He huffs out a laugh. “Thanks. And no. I try not to be at least.” He gives me a soft smile that quickly falls away. “I was a jerk yesterday. I let the overwhelming situation get the better of me. But I won’t let it happen again.”

I nod, believing him, and dig into my food.

I think I’m going to like this guy. And that kind of scares me.