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The moms may cook, but they don’t do any heavy lifting, nor do they do the dishes.
“Two weeks now,” Aiden grunts. “Since her last heat.”
“Why wouldn’t you have been an active participant?” Mom asks.
The kids old enough to ask questions about this conversation are playing outside, and will need to be called in soon. I‘m not mature enough to handle a ‘birds and the bees’ conversation at the moment. At least, not in a way that their parents would approve of.
“That would be part of the long story,” Domh chimes in. “Let’s just say, you’ll like us all a lot more if we don’t explain it to you.”
Mom glares at us all while Aunt Rebecca plays with her grandchild.
“They aren’t the first pack to make a mistake while courting,” my aunt reminds her. “A little kidnapping never hurt anyone.”
The four of us grin winningly as Mom rolls her eyes.
“I want this resolved by the time I plant flowers in your yard,” she growls. “When is the kidnapping happening anyway?”
“January twentieth,” Caelin says. “It’s the earliest I could swing.”
“Secret keepers,” Mom snarls as food is placed on the table. “Will someone call the kids in, please?”
Minutes later, the kids table is filled with children, and we’re all settling in to eat.
“I have a request,” Mom says, leaning over to look at us.
“Yes, Mom?” I ask, doing my best to appear angelic. One of my other fathers cuffs the back of my head, making me yell.
“That’s what you get for being a smartass,” Mom says mildly. “I want to meet her. What are the requirements for volunteering at Omega’s Haven?”
“No alphas,” I tell her, wincing as her jaw drops.
“It’s to make sure no one is triggered by the presence of an alpha in a safe place,” Meghan says hurriedly. “You could probably call and see if there’s some way you could donate your time?”
“I’ll do just that,” Mom says with a nod.
God, I really don’t know how well that’ll go over, but that’s Aisling and Wren’s problem for now.
One week later
By this point,we’ve all become Aisling’s shadow. Domh tracks her phone nonstop when she’s in the city, Caelin watches her onwhatever traffic camera he can catch her on, and Aiden catches glimpses of her at her home while avoiding her.
This last part I think is cruel, because she doesn’t wear her alpha scent blocking gel at the house and keeps looking for him.
I dick punched him when he told me. It’s not nice to edge unless you plan to follow through at some point soon, which he isn’t. Stubborn ass.
Caelin:
Dibs on killing them if they’re assholes.
My lips twitchin amusement as I sit down in a corner booth of a cute diner. Hollis chose the location, hopefully to keep any poisoning to a minimum if this date goes sour. I hate wishing bad shit on our little omega, but she’s ours.
I want all of her dates to crash and burn.
Her dates are already seated catty-corner to me, so I have a decent view of what’s happening. The waitress comes over to me with a smile, too much cleavage on display, and she’s a beta.
Usually, I’d challenge myself to convince her to meet me in the bathroom on her break for a quick fuck, but I’m a reformed man. The only woman I have eyes for is Aisling.
“Can I get a strawberry shortcake milkshake and French fries please?” I ask, despite the fact that there’s still snow on the ground. It’s warmer inside of the restaurant, and I have a craving that won’t go ignored.