Page 60 of The Forgotten

“I look like a mess,” I mutter. “They’re going to shoot first and ask questions later at this rate.”

“Yeah, alright,” Maddox grunts. “We’re going to swing by her cottage so that she can change. As I said, we had a situation earlier we had to handle.”

Maddox hangs up and tosses his phone into the cup holder with an annoyed sigh, changing directions to my house. It doesn’t matter to me at this point how he knows the way, since Gareth kidnapped me from the cottage.

“Sorry, Livy,” Maddox grunts. “I tried, but he wouldn’t budge.”

“I get it,” I admit. “It’s been days without contact, Cerenity is going to be worried. I didn’t have time to think about that with everything happening.”

“Don’t do that to yourself,” Gareth says gently. “You’re a grown woman with a full plate too. Her pack will take care of your daughter’s needs, okay? You also haven’t slept anywhere near enough. You’re exhausted.”

Pressing myself tighter against his body, I become very aware that I haven’t showered at all.

“Ugh, I feel like I’m going to be doing the walk of shame,” I groan. “I have so much cum on and inside of me, I don’t want to talk about it.”

The guys chuckle in that hot rumbly way that smug men do, making me roll my eyes.

“First of all, you won’t be walking,” Maddox says, driving up to the gate.

“It’s also not shameful to have your pack take care of you during your heat,” Gareth adds. “The aftercare of it all was a bit lacking because of the kidnapping.”

A hysterical giggle escapes me. This shouldn’t be funny, yet it kind of is.

Rolling down the window, Maddox makes sure the camera can see him. The gates open and he drives onto the property. I can feel my body flushing with embarrassment, because I have a feeling I may have cum in my hair too. Fuck, it’s so damn messy to be an omega.

Coming to a stop, Maddox opens the back door with the key fob.

“I’ll stall,” he grunts as Gareth jumps out with me in his arms.

Balthazar jogs beside us as Gareth takes off around the back toward my cottage, the blanket forgotten in the trunk of theSUV. This time, Gabriel steps in front of us just as we reach the backyard.

“Gabe, I only want to tell this story once, preferably after a shower,” I growl, watching as he puts his hands up placatingly and steps back.

“Damn,” he mutters. “If you can use the mama growl on me, then you’re well enough. I’ll tell them you’ll swing by the main house when you’re ready.”

His gaze cuts over to Gareth, eyes narrowing. “Looks as if you’re keeping her in one piece. I’ll tell my pack they probably won’t have to kill you.”

“I just detached my father’s head from his body, pretty boy. Bring it,” Gareth snarls as Balthy barks, showing his teeth.

“No! Down!” I yell, feeling silly. “Ugh, I can’t handle the dick measuring tonight. I’m too fucking tired.”

Gareth chuckles as if I made a joke and moves around Gabriel. Laying my head on his shoulder, I yawn widely as he gets to the cottage door.

“Reach above your head for the extra key,” I say sleepily.

“I would lecture you about this if you weren’t on a property that’s locked up tight,” he grumbles, finding the key and letting us in.

“You still got in,” I say without thinking, grinning as he raises his brow at me. “I can walk, you know.”

“I’ll let go when I feel like it,” he says, walking through the house before he sets my feet down on the tile floor of the bathroom. “I’m going to stay right here and make sure you don’t fall asleep, Angel. You’re really fucking tired.”

“I am,” I groan, pulling off the hoody. “Hold onto this. I want to put it back on once I’m out of the shower.”

“You’re the boss.”

Gareth patiently waits as I have an “everything” shower, because I have to make sure to scrub my entire body after the intensity of my heat.

My skin is rosy by the time I get out, and he rubs me down with a towel, making sure to dry me off thoroughly. Grabbing my lotion, I rub it into my skin, braid my hair, and then brush my teeth while naked.