Page 39 of Indigo

No swinging cocks anymore. They are all dressed. When I come out of the bathroom, steam all around me, their eyes pin me in place, and all the words I rehearsed disappear in a second.

Would it be so bad having them with me? Could I fit three giants in my remote cabin dream?

“Good morning.” Nash nods. He doesn’t let me reply, which is a first. “I’ll set everything up for you with reception, so you can stay as long as you need. You can also have the truck. I don’t want to leave you without a vehicle, but I’d prefer it if you call us if you need to go somewhere. I can send a car, whatever is comfortable, but I don’t want you driving. It’s dangerous, and you don’t have a license.”

My head bobs even though his words don’t register. What is he talking about trucks and hotel reception? I shake my head, trying to make sense of it, but he’s not done just yet.

“Please, don’t be shy about ordering room service.” He takes his wallet from his pocket, the same wallet I took money from, and my cheeks turn red. “I’m leaving this card with you, so use it.”

The credit card goes on the small table, along with a note with their phone numbers. I watch it all in confusion, and it’s not until he glances at the door that I truly understand what is happening. They are leaving me. They are giving me my freedom, the thing I always wanted. I have a truck, an unlimited stay in the hotel, and a credit card.

What the hell?

"I don't want to abuse your generosity,” I say instead of the other million things going through my mind.

Cassidy chuckles. “You know who his parents are?”

I shake my head. I barely think about parents, and I don’t want to think about who had to be raped to get me into this world.

“Knotted Hearts.” Cassidy smirks.

Nash rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t deny. Shit, I used to live in captivity until four months ago, and I even heard about them. They are country legends. Their hitWildflowers and Whiskeygot me through many days doing chores around the breeding house.

“Money is not a problem.” Nash shrugs.

“Meaning, his family is loaded.” Cassidy laughs.

I like his laughter. Nash pushes him on his shoulder, rolling his eyes, and the pressure against my sternum only intensifies. Panic oozes off me. I know it does enough to change my perfume because they all suddenly look at me in alert.

I wave them away. “Don’t worry about me. Just a lot of changes…”

“You can always go back to the motel,” Hank says.

No. That sounds worse somehow. I can’t go back to the motel and see them every day and pretend this never happened. How can I watch them taking care of the other Omegas without feeling irrationally jealous? That won’t work. I shake my head and hug myself.

“If it’s okay for me to stay here until I decide my next step…”

“It is.” Nash nods. “You stay and think about it and then call me. Whatever you want, you can have it. I’ll work on an ID for you. We’ve waited long enough for the Alliance. I’m going to take matters into my own hands. If anything, this incident showed us it’s dangerous to leave you all so vulnerable.”

This incident.Ouch. It hurts to hear him call our scent-match that. I don’t know what is wrong with me, but I have everything I’ve ever wanted, and it’s making me ill.

Nash gives me a few more instructions, and I barely listen. I have the fucking world in my hands, and I hate it, but I know it must be just the lingering feelings after last night. Soon, I’ll realize this is for the best.

When they finish talking, I’m frozen in place, holding my towel for dear life as one by one they kiss me on my forehead and leave the room. Oh god, this is horrible. It feels more than empty. Not just the room but my fucking soul, and I hate it.

How can this be right? Don’t I deserve freedom? I put clothes on, pretending that tears are not streaming down my cheeks, and then I leave the room.

Out in the hall, at least I can breathe without tasting them in the air. I’m not hungry, but I could go for a coffee. It's been days since I had a good cup of coffee, so I dry my tears and start with my new life.

The halls and elevator are empty. I approach it all with different eyes now that I’m not running for my life. I brush my hair out of my face and take a deep breath. Feels like a lifetime ago when I planned to run into Dallas and hide with the crowd. Now that I don’t need to hide, being in the city is the last thing I want. I have a choice. I can grab a map and make plans.

When the elevator door opens, I take the left to the restaurant, but the hairs on my arms lift with awareness, and my steps falter.

“I can smell an Omega,” a rough voice spits.

My heart drops to my stomach, and I take cover, plastering my back to the wall, taking a breath before I’m brave enough to look around the corner where four Alphas talk.

I know an Alpha when I see one. I don’t need to have their nose since their sheer size is a giveaway. They aren’t as big as Hank, but still, they’re not a regular-sized man. Why did I never consider bumping into a pack?