30. Barret

Chapter 30

Barret

T he next day, we all get to work on the nest, Oliver shouting orders at us every second.

Since he's the Omega, I trust his instincts, but damn, he is getting a little testy lately.

Agitated even.

I get it. He wants Mila's nest to be perfect. But did he have to blow a fuse when I went to paint the ceiling?

I thought we were painting everything blue, but what do I know? I'm just an Alpha.

Interior design is his thing, not mine.

Oliver has special plans for the ceiling, and only the gods know what.

Lachlan thinks he is going to get some ceiling mirrors to make things extra spicy, and that was when I grabbed my brush to flick some blue paint at his face.

Pervert.

Though I won't deny that my Alpha loves the idea of a mirrored ceiling, and I have to hold back a growl when I think about both Omegas tumbling around on the blue blankets, steaming up the glass.

Maybe if we do a good enough job on the nest, then Oliver will feel inclined to let us join him and Mila once it's finished.

But I suppose all that is up to Mila. We still have a lot of making up to do and helping Oliver design her nest is the best way to start.

Her nest will be very different from his.

Oliver went for a boudoir effect with gauzy curtains, and whenever we knotted him, it always felt like we were inside a tent.

I do hope she will invite us into the nest when the time finally comes.

We haven't discussed it yet, but her heat is just around the corner.

I can smell it all over her whenever she's close, and it fills me with dread when I think about how she went through her first heat alone.

She won't be alone the next time. She will have us.

At most, she will most likely want Oliver with her, but the girl will need a knot.

It takes me back to Oliver's last heat. The Omega could not be sated until Mila was back by his side, no matter how many ways we knotted him.

He just needed to hold her. And then when we brought her back in one piece, the color returned to his face, and he was finally sated at last.

Will it be the same for Mila?

Maybe she won't even need us Alphas, and it seems the day has finally come…

We have become obsolete. From this day forward, Omegas will take over the world.

They've cracked the code by finding pleasure in each other.

I know I will be finding great pleasure in watching them fuck each other, and I bite back another growl as I apply a fresh coat of paint.

Oliver was not satisfied with the first layer.

After all, everything has to be perfect.

Someone rolls paint onto the back of my head next, and I seethe, turning around slowly to face the culprit.

Lachlan whistles nonchalantly, painting his own wall on the other side of the room, the bastard.

"What the fuck did you do that for?"

The Alpha shrugs. "I don't know what you're talking about, Barret."

I roll my eyes, returning to my wall. I spy him from the corner of my eye, but before he paints the back of my head again, I whirl around, rolling blue paint up his face.

Now he looks like a Smurf.

Ice-blue eyes glare right back through that mask of blue, and I feel no shred of remorse.

Now we have a duel, trying to get paint on the other, and soon we make a mess.

Oliver storms through the door. "What the hell is going on?"

We stop, panting and covered in paint.

"He started it," I say, pointing at Lachlan.

Oliver snaps, yanking the rollers from both of us. "Get out. The pair of you. I can't leave you two alone for five minutes. Like a couple of little kids…"

Lachlan pouts. "But, Mila's nest…"

The Omega rounds on him. "I'll figure it out. After all, this is my gift. So leave. Now."

Lachlan sighs, dragging his feet behind him on the plastic-covered carpet as we both leave the nest now.

Oliver can be heard muttering about "useless Alphas" as we head down the hall, and I push Lachlan against the wall. "Now look what you did."

Lachlan bares his teeth, and they gleam white through his mask of paint. "Back off. You're just pissed because Mila prefers me to you right now. Tell me, Barret, what have you done for her?"

I swallow a lump. He's right. I'm not the most romantic. I don't pick flowers and I am not sappy.

Still. I haven't really done anything to show her how sorry I am.

After all, I was the one who left her that day at her father's old house. I was the last face of the pack that she saw, and I owe it to her.

I just don't know what to do for her.

I have an idea, but it sounds stupid in my head. I haven't told the others in case they laughed at me.

Mila may be an Omega now, but she wasn't always. Not really.

She is far from docile.

When she first arrived here, she threatened to skin me like a rabbit.

So, I have gotten her a knife.

I know, stupid and not very romantic.

But I thought I could give her something from her old life. To help remind her of who she was and still is.

A soldier, a fighter, and a survivor.

I shove Lachlan hard against the wall again, then head straight for the shower.

I need to wash the paint from my hair before I find her.

***

After I've showered, I find Mila in the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes.

Oliver won't let her upstairs. He doesn't want her to see the nest until it's finished.

The nest is far from complete, so we have time to kill.

It's time Mila showed me some of those hunting skills.