Romance Omega Style [Resistant Omegas 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) (15 page)

“
Excited
to lose us?” Declan exclaimed, looking at Carson like he was nuts.

“Yeah. I mean, death is just the beginning. If you guys died, I’d miss you for however many days it would take until I’d join you but I’d also be excited for what came next for us. I mean, could you imagine all the fun we could have in heaven?” His eyes lit up at the idea.

“I love the way you see the world, my love,” Declan replied before giving Carson a quick kiss. “I’m sorry I questioned you.”

“Question away. I’m just glad I can still keep you guys guessing,” he chuckled. I smiled at my friend. I didn’t know what came for us after this life but I hoped he was right. It would be nice to think that there was more after our time on earth and I could spend the afterlife in heaven with my men.

We were quiet as they quickly filled in the grave, all of us lost in our thoughts. Then we said our last good-byes to the man we never knew but who’d given us so much.

The silence was killing me and I blurted out the one thought I had running through my brain. “I wonder if the angels are voyeurs. I mean they see everything already, right? Were they watching Bay fuck me silly earlier? Would they rather get the close-up in heaven?”

“That’s where your mind went with all of this?” Levey choked out as he tried not to laugh.

“Apparently,” I drawled, shrugging. Everyone had a good laugh at that one. But of course none of us knew the answers. One day we’d find out but until then, I was just glad for the time I got with my mates.

* * * *

Brody

I was shaking as I carried the breakfast tray up to my room. The plan had sounded so great in my head, not cheesy at all. Now though? Oh god, I just wanted to melt into the floor with nerves and how dorky I felt.

For one, apparently I hadn’t been the only one to think of making breakfast in bed for my men on Valentine’s Day. Two, a few months with Asher and none of his cooking skills had rubbed off on me. Three, frosting sucked. It never stayed where I wanted and it just got everywhere. I’m sure I looked like a hot mess which spoke volumes for my grand gesture.

What a disaster! It was too late to turn back now though because I had no backup plan. Which I needed to seriously remember this moment and always have a backup plan from now on.

“We were wondering where you were,” Jaxon bitched as I walked into the room. “We’re not going to end up hovering but it’s a strange house and island with a lot of shit going on, Brody. Would a note have killed you? Don’t you think we would have noticed you sneaking out of our bed hours ago?”

I blinked at them in shock and at first I got angry. Then I realized they were right and I swallowed it down. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking it would take as long as it did and I could surprise you. But you’re right. I would have been worried if the situation was reversed and I’ll be more considerate in the future.”

“Okay, thank you,” he sighed as he took the tray from me and set it down on the table. Then he turned and hugged me. “Thank you. I’m sorry to be a bear but I woke up missing my Omega and the man I love and freaked out. There’s too much crazy going on right now and I got scared.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Jaxon,” I whispered, my heart soaring as it always did when they told me they loved me. “Can I give you your surprise now?”

“Powdered-sugar-covered Brody?” he purred, licking my neck. “Very nice.”

“No,” I giggled when his tongue tickled. “Seriously, this is my Valentine’s Day grand gesture. You’re going to want this.”

“I’m all ears.” He let me go as Lief and Asher joined us. They each got in a lick, laughing that they always knew I was sweet. Dorks. I got them to sit down and handed them each a covered plate.

“So, hopefully the symbolism makes sense since I didn’t really know how to do this. I know it’s dorky and I’m a loser but, well, it’s all I could come up with,” I rambled as they pulled off the covers.

“I have a strip of frosted sugar cookie,” Jaxon muttered in a confused tone. “Red frosting.”

“Put our pieces together,” Asher suggested, holding his plate closer to Jaxon’s as Lief did as well. Yeah, it was hard cutting a massive heart cookie in three pieces so it would look like that’s what it was. I was grateful Asher figured it out. “He’s giving us each an equal piece of his heart cookie.” Then he glanced to me with wide eyes. “Is this just the cookie? You said symbolism, right?”

“Yeah, it’s symbolic,” I agreed quietly, staring down at my suddenly interesting toes. “I can’t bake really though so you might not want to try it and just understand what I—” I yelped as Lief grabbed me around the waist and dragged me onto his lap.

“It’s like the best cookie ever in the history of cookies,” he purred before kissing me silly. “I love you too, baby. This is awesome. It’s officially my favorite Valentine’s Day ever. Are you going to claim us later too?”

“Yes,” I breathed as I nodded. “I love you, Lief. I want us all to be everything to each other.”

“Good,” Jaxon growled as he grabbed me and kissed me next. “Love you, Brody.”

“I love you too,” I whispered nervously. Then I looked to Asher, who was holding his arms out for me. I moved to straddle his thigh and brushed my lips over his. “I love you, Asher.”

“Love you too. And you should be covered in sweets all the time,” he said with a chuckle, kissing along my neck. “It’s a hell of a way to wake up.”

I smiled as I moaned at the fun he was having. Maybe goofy and dorky was okay once in a while. My men seemed to like it. Or maybe that was just the sentiment behind the whole thing. Either way, it worked for me and they were happy.

* * * *

Edric

The next day we rotated some of the tasks. I was in the library with my men taking over the cataloging of books and searching for clues with all the unattached Omegas and guards. Vencentio and his circle were checking out the island and mapping it out. The outing to Puerto Rico had been a success so there was no need for more unless we wanted to but there was time for that.

It was Valentine’s Day after all. We had simple and calm planned for tonight but until then we had tons of work to do.

“That’s odd,” Baptista said quietly as he stared over a photo album. We’d found a bunch of them with Matthew Montague’s journals. It took Wesley a few tries and a lot of frustration looking for all the secret passages but to me it had been a fun treasure hunt. Though it was treasure in the way of information and memories.

I hopped off the stepladder and glanced at what he was looking at. “What is?”

“This kid looks like me,” he chuckled nervously. “This picture was taken when he was two and I have a picture of when I was three and it’s almost the exact same.”

“That is odd,” I hedged as I studied it.

“Except this boy has dark hair and I have blond of course,” he mumbled as he turned his chair to the laptop sitting by him. “I’ll show you.”

“You have your baby pictures on Wesley’s laptop?” That didn’t sound strange or anything.

“No,” he snickered, shaking his head. “My hair was a dark blond/light brown when I was young or something so they didn’t know I was going to be an Omega. It killed my mother since she never got into the wolf culture, thinking most of it was archaic.”

“She’s right,” Kelvin drawled. “It is.” He moved behind us as did Gareth.

“Guess we’re putting the cleaning and cataloging the books on hold,” Blaine chuckled as he joined us. “I could use the break.”

“
Anyways,
after I got sold my mom practically dedicated her Facebook page to me, hoping if I saw someone still cared then I could get through whatever was happening to me,” Baptista explained.

“You weren’t allowed to call her?” Gareth asked and I winced.

“No. I spent over eight years trapped in the Alpha house being their maid and whore. They didn’t exactly give me phone privileges,” Baptista answered bitterly. He clicked on a few links and then the picture popped up. “There. See, I look just like the kid.”

I glanced at the picture in the photo album and did a double take. “Yeah, you
really
do. Do you have any younger pictures of yourself or maybe cousins?” I gently took the picture out of the album and held it up to the laptop monitor.

“Jesus, it’s like a spitting image,” Calver mumbled.

“No,” Baptista answered me. “My parents said they couldn’t afford a camera before I was three so they didn’t have any baby pictures of me younger. I never thought to question it.” I blinked at him a minute. I would have. I could get parents not having money for a camera if times were tough but
no
one in his extended family had one or even grandparents that could have taken baby pictures of him. It sounded shady.

“Zoom in on your hair,” Kelvin said quietly as he pointed to the laptop. Baptista quickly saved a copy of the picture to the laptop and reopened it so he could zoom. When he did, I didn’t have to ask what Kelvin had been looking for. “Is that hair dye growing out on the tips of his hair?”

“It looks like it,” I agreed. “But why dye a kid’s hair?”

“To hide he was an Omega,” Calver guessed as he looked at Baptista. “So why stop though? Did they get busted? But there are blonds who don’t end up Omegas so no one could have known at that age.”

“Or someone was covering up that he could be an Omega and then he wasn’t with that person anymore,” I whispered after I had flipped to the next page in the album. “Baptista, it’s about to get weirder.”

“What do you mean?” he asked as he glanced at what I was looking at. “How is there a picture of me in that book?” He sounded almost hysterical and I didn’t blame him.

“It’s not you. It’s one of the previous owners of the house and he looks a few years older than you,” I answered as I pointed to what was written under the picture.
Sam Montague ’85.
“But he had to have aged well because if he just died at four hundred then he was, well, old.”

“But the cameras weren’t as good back then as they are now,” Kelvin added as he studied it. “There’s a faded note here.
On the way to the hospital when Mikey was born
.” We flipped to the next page and I thought of something as they went on and on about how the guy looked like Baptista. I moved away from the table and went to the file that Matthew had left us about his missing son. I quickly opened it and checked out the birth certificate.

“Holy fucking shit,” I whispered as tears filled my eyes. Everyone stopped and looked at me but I stared right at my friend. “The child’s name was Michael Baptista Montague. At three you would have known your name. Changing it would have been hard but I bet getting you to answer to your middle name wouldn’t be as bad.”

“No, no, this isn’t happening,” he mumbled, shaking his head. “I have parents. Those men who
just
died cannot be my fathers. No. I don’t want to hear about this again.”

“Let’s go get some air,” Kelvin said gently as he shot me a look. I nodded. I’d back off but something inside of me told me that what we found was the truth and Baptista had been lied to all his life.

Fuck a duck. My poor friend.

* * * *

Vencentio

Everyone ended up calling it a day on the work after what Edric and Baptista had found. I was glad that there were studly men fighting over who got to comfort him. He’d need that support system in the days to come.

“Another strawberry, my love?” Marlow purred as he rubbed it over my lip.

“You’re stuffing me silly,” I giggled.

“No, but if you’re done eating I will,” he growled and I smiled. Yeah, I hadn’t left myself open for that one.

“I’ve never done it in the ocean. Will you protect me from sharks?”

“I’d be more worried about all the lobster traps Brody set up. I swear he is determined to have seafood every night for the rest of his life,” Galvin drawled. “He’ll either give up or become a master trapper which would benefit us.”

“Amen to that. I love lobster and shrimp. Hell, that boar was awesome the other night. I could get used to this
roughing
it. Next I just need to learn to fish.” I chuckled at the idea. A few of my friends had been learning and while most did fine, Brody had a few problems. Namely snagging his hook on shit. So far nothing more major than tearing Jaxon’s trunks but we were all leery of going by him while he had a rod in hand.

“Let’s get naked, the waterproof lube, and in the water then,” Carter suggested as he eyed me over like lunch.

“I have phone duty,” I tsked him. Just as fate would have it someone’s phone started ringing. We were taking turns making sure someone kept all the phones safe and so no important calls slipped through. All the people here were in charge of others after all. I saw it was Carson’s phone as I picked it up. “Carson! You have a call coming in from
home
.”

“Answer it,” he yelled from the water as he started swimming to shore.

“Hello, this is Carson’s phone, Edric speaking,” I said as politely as I could.

“Edric, it’s Dorothy. I need to speak with Carson. Is he there?” she hissed.