Page 113 of Talk About… Dramay
Slowly, the space was transformed from a blank canvas to a beautiful mix of colors that complemented the stained glass window that Roman was working on.
When we finished hanging everything and had it all set until he was done painting, I ran downstairs for drinks and snacks, bringing some to Roman because the beta wasn’t about to take a break.
“Here, eat,” I offered. “Drink something.”
“I will,” he dismissed as he dipped the paint in a pretty green, not even bothering to look my way.
“No, now,” I argued. “Eat fast and it will be out of the way. You’re going to get high from these fumes.”
He grumbled, but sat the brush down, took the offerings, and went to the main room. From the way he was rapidly blinking his eyes, he needed this moment more than he realized.
“I should be finished in about twenty minutes. Where are the others?” Roman asked before taking a bite of his sandwich.
“Tate’s been keeping me updated. They just started the bonfire so you have some time. He says she’s still a bit off, so I don’t know how long they’ll manage to distract her,” Lane admitted.
The silence that followed was heavy. This upcoming heat was going to be intense. It was also going to be a learning experience for all of us.
And at some point, I’d have to forgive myself. There was no real way for us to move on if I hated myself as much as sheshouldhate me.
Self-loathing and constantly gauging her mood wasn’t going to create a solid pack foundation. It was toxic and broody.
I’d hated myself enough for both of us all these years. And I also always tried to find ways to keep her in my life. Now, I was putting those things into practice.
No. Not just me. My pack.Ourpack.
I had two other alphas and two betas by my side to help provide for our omega. And providing went far beyond simply being committed and giving her a knot when she needed one. It meant we took care of her emotionally, which was the most important part.
As I thought it over, it felt as if some of the weight lifted off of my shoulders. I wasn’t alone in this, even right now our betas were kicking ass on this nest right alongside me.
“Done,” Roman said as he stood up, turning to look at us. His smile was bright and sunny as he stepped aside with a flourish.
“Holy shit, Ro!” Lane cheered, hurrying over and clapping him on the shoulder.
Me? I was stunned.
Somehow this magical beta and his paint brushes created an intricate stained glass that looked deceivingly authentic and downright beautiful.
“It’s… everything,” I said, settling on one word to sum it all up.
The three of us had finally created a nest worthy of our incredible omega.
I just hoped that her reaction was good and I hadn’t made yet another mistake.
Oriana
Tate and Hudson seemed to know I needed quiet tonight. My appreciation of my mates only grew as they pulled up in front of the diner and Tate jumped out.
Hudson turned around to look at me now that we were alone, his face falling as he took me in. I knew I looked a mess, frown on my face and Henry clutched in my arms.
“Love,” he said, his voice a little broken as he looked at me. I hated that I was worrying them, but I didn’t know how to put into words everything I was feeling.
Honestly, I felt like a new omega again. When our designation first comes out, we’re a hormonal mess, and that summed me up lately.
I was finally facing the fact that I wasn’t brave enough to nest. But, it was more than just nesting. I’d had such a good day, then my mood just plummeted. Sure, I had nerves, but this was an extreme reaction.
Though, knowing it was, didn’t stop the drop from happening.
My men wanted to bond with me. That was the thought keeping me grounded right now in this storm of emotions.