Page 162 of The Forgotten

“The only person that will make an omega happy once she’s found her scent match is…”

“Me,” he says possessively, making my lips twitch.

“Yes, Mr. Caveman. If I go into heat without you, I could lose my mind or die. Since I’d rather neither of those things happen?—”

“Why won’t you move in with us?” Lore asks, standing. His feet keep moving until he’s caging me against the wall with his arms. “The biology is laid out in front of you in black and white and you’re still sticking your tongue out at it.”

“I don’t like to be controlled,” I say mildly. When people growl, they hate when you remain calm.

“I don’t want to control you, not unless you’re willing to hand it to me the way you did earlier today,” he says.

“That was about push and pull. I didn’t see any control there,” I say.

“Maybe ‘control’ is the wrong word,” he grumbles. “I like to lead, and when you push back, I want to find a solution to make you bend until you combust into a million shards so I can put you back together again. That’s what I want.”

I don’t know what to say as he finds the hair dryer and plugs it in. He moves me in front of him and turns the dryer on, all while I stare at him in the mirror, dumbfounded.

Lore is very thorough as he dries my hair, and even uses a brush to make sure it lays well. When he’s done, he twists his lips in concentration as he looks at me.

“How did I do?” he asks.

“Really well,” I breathe. Lore drops a kiss on my forehead before he nods.

“Finish up and I’ll show you the surprise,” he says, walking out the door.

That reminds me that thereissome mysterious surprise, and I quickly brush my teeth and pull my hair up into a ponytail.Lore did such a good job but I don’t like to keep my hair loose. Pulling on a pair of socks also from one of the bags, I walk out to see what Lore did.

I begin to wonder where my shoes and sweater are when I find them by the front door. They’ve thought of everything. Why the fuck am I fighting this?

“Ready?” Lore asks, picking up my sweater to help me into it. He’s wearing dark jeans, a long sleeved black shirt and his cut, just like Storm and Wilder are.

“I packed a sandwich for you to eat later,” Wilder says, handing me my bag. “I also put a big bottle of water inside too.”

“Thank you,” I say, smiling.

Storm drops to his knees to help me into my shoes, and I practically swoon once he’s done.

“We’re buttering you up. Is it working?” he asks, winking at me.

“It may be,” I admit.

Lore opens the door and we walk down the stairs together onto the sidewalk.

“Okay,” he says, appearing nervous. “You and Wilder had a conversation earlier about responsibility, right?”

“Yes,” I drawl, wondering where he’s headed with this.

“Do you see the blue SUV parked behind the bikes?” Storm asks, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“It’s pretty,” I say, spotting it. “Why am I looking at it?”

“Because it’s yours,” Wilder says, handing a key fob to me. I’m speechless, and he hurries to continue. “Your car has been really good to you, but Henry from the shop says he’s worried about you driving it at all. He’s willing to sell the parts and give you the money. We can store your things at the brownstone until you finally break down and see that your place is with us.”

“But the car is yours,” Lore rumbles. “You need to be safe, and this car will do that.”

I still don’t know what to say. I know that they kept telling me they wanted to do this, but I didn’t really believe them. I figured it’s just something you tell someone.

They bought me an SUV. Fuck, it’s even a really nice one.