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Page 93 of Shattered Trinket

“Okay.”

“Do you want to go back down or go home?” Ridge asks, rubbing his cheek against the top of her head as his arms squeeze her tighter.

“Can we stay up here just a little bit longer, then go back down? I’m not ready to go home yet, but I need a minute.”

We all agree, and I stand. When she looks at me with a frown and softly whines, holding her hand out for me, I grab it and give it a kiss.

“I’ll be right back. Just going to let everyone know you’re okay and that baby talk is off limits,” I tell her, and she nibbles on her lip.

“It doesn’t all have to be off limits. Just…”

“No talk of us having any,” I fill in and she nods.

I nod back, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze before reluctantly releasing it and slipping out of the bathroom. The moment I step outside, all eyes turn towards me, filled with anticipation and worry for my omega. Pride surges through me, a comforting reminder of the constant love and support I receive from my family. I let them know that she will be back down in a moment, and then I break the news. Of course, there are sad looks, but just like I told Cozy, everyone is more worried about her well-being than the fact that we won’t have kids. Their love for her already is evident, and I’m thankful that now Cozy gets to call them her family as well.

Thirty-Three

Cozette

A knock on the door has Ridge getting up from his spot beside me, and when he answers, I hear him groan in annoyance before a piercing squeal assaults my ears.

“Surprise! Now, move! We’re not here for you.”

Ridge grunts, and I look back over the couch where I’m laying with Micah, amused by the sight of Ripley rounding the corner with her arms full and two unfamiliar faces trailing behind her.

“Fuck’s sake, Rip. That hurt. Go away!” Ridge growls, glaring at his sister while holding his side, and I cover my lips to stop myself from laughing.

“Shut up, you overgrown baby,” Ripley replies, rolling her eyes.

“You shut up, you prissy little brat!”

I snort, cupping my hand over my nose and lips, which has the sibling duo turning to look at me, Ripley narrowing her eyes and Ridge raising a brow.

“You’re supposed to be on my side. It’s the rule of being best friends and sisters,” Ripley huffs, pointing her finger at me.

As I drop my hand, I steal a quick glance at Ridge, unable to ignore the electrifying gaze he fixes on me, causing my heart to flutter. Turning my gaze towards Ripley, I casually shrug my shoulders.

“But he gives me kisses and cuddles,” I say softly, eliciting a groan from Ripley as she throws her head back.

“I don’t wanna think about what else he gives you,” she mutters with a shiver of disgust, and my cheeks flame as a squeak escapes me.

Ridge and I haven’t done more than kiss so far, but that doesn’t mean I don’t think about it. It’s like now that I’ve done it, now that I feel more comfortable, I’ve become insatiable for these alphas that call themselves mine. I want them all in the worst way.

“Why are you here?” Ridge huffs, walking over and sitting beside me on the couch, wrapping his arm around me and kissing the side of my head.

“I told you, I’m not here for you,” she says as she walks around, sticking her tongue out and flipping him the bird before she looks over at me with a grin.

“Time to ditch these alphas and have us a true blue girl’s night! Gabriel and River were absolutely put out that I asked Shade andHunt to come and not them, but I told them we’ll invite them next time for an omega’s only night. Tonight is for us girls. No offense, Micah and Jeremiah, full offense to my brother, Manny, and Zeke, but scram! Shoo! Go out for a guys’ night, bond with each other or whatever it is you guys do. We need our space, and you can’t be around. Otherwise, Cozy will never spill all the juicy deets.”

“Hey! Ye canae just kick us out o’ our own house, ye wee brat!” Zeke grunts, crossing his arms and glaring petulantly at Ripley’s back.

“Sure I can. We need girl time without you lot around and being locked upstairs in a single room isn’t enough space. Duh,” Ripley says, turning to look at him.

I clear my throat, fidgeting in Ridge’s hold as everyone turns to look at me.

“Um. We could maybe have the sleepover in my nest?” I say, my brows furrowing.

“As much as I’d die to hang out in your nest because I know what they built, an omega’s nest is sacred. You might not like all of us other omegas in there, tainting up your space,” Ripley says, frowning.




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