Page 149 of The Forgotten

Why is that so fucking sexy.

Lore clears his throat to get my attention, and I pull my gaze away. Taking another bite of my food, I hum in happiness. I really am starved after all that exercise.

“I think you’re the only one who can make yourself a liar,” I decide. “Show me that you mean it without taking my decisions away.”

Storm flinches at my words, but Lore is already speaking.

“We’re staying in town for a while, Princess. One of us will be taking you to and from work. It’s not safe for you to walk, and the bus route isn’t my favorite. You’re much safer on the back of one of our bikes.”

“Mmhmm,” I say. It’s a much faster option, that’s for damn sure. I think I’m going to choose my battles.

I don’t completely hate them anymore, but we have a way to go.

“I’ll take it,” Lore decides. “We also got a brownstone in the area.”

“That’s…odd?” I ask, confused.

“What’s odd about it?” Wilder asks.

“It’s not what I expected you to say,” I explain.

“We haven’t stayed in the same place for more than a couple of days in years,” Wilder says. “Home has always been on the back of a bike.”

“Is that normal for all bikers?” I ask, eating some of my eggs.

“No, most chapters have a clubhouse or base of operations. We enjoy the open air and jobs that take us all over,” Storm says.

“I’m trying to make my home Minneapolis. This is just another reason this won’t work,” I say calmly.

I’ll just make a list of pros and cons. That’s what any respectable omega should do, right?

Chapter

Nine

STORM

It’shard to make sure my pants don’t jingle from the pills in my pocket as I walk out of the restaurant, but I manage. I riffled through her bag and found both her birth control and heat suppressants. Glancing at Wilder, I have him distract her so I can hide both medications in the hidden compartments of my bike.

Feeling a little calmer, we take Marie to the shelter so she can sleep before driving up to the brownstone we found yesterday. The realtor was nice enough to show it to us as soon as Lore and Wilder got into town, and they both approved of it.

There’s a huge park nearby for us to run to stay in shape and blow off steam, and the association takes care of the lawn so we don’t have to worry about it. It’s also not far from Marie’s work.

The realtor was happy to push the sale through since we paid by wire transfer, and this place is now ours. The three of us are silent as we walk inside, where I show Lore the medication I lifted from Marie’s bag.

“She’s going to notice,” he says.

“No she won’t,” I grunt. “I replaced it with bottles that just happen to look similar. Bentley helped me.”

“I swear that guy is worth a truck load of college kids,” Lore says. “All I could think about was how pretty she’ll look with a belly round with a baby and her tits full of milk when I was knot deep inside of her.”

“Fuck, I want that,” I groan. “She has a lot of worries.”

“She’s right to wonder how this will work,” Wilder says. “We can make sure there’s always one of us here with her once she’s moved in. It doesn’t usually take all of us to work our jobs.”

“It doesn’t,” I agree. “I’m the money guy, so it makes the most sense for me to stay?—”

Wilder and Lore both pull off a heavy boot and throw it at me, barely giving me a chance to dodge them.