Romance Omega Style [Resistant Omegas 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) (8 page)

“That’s what he meant? He said nothing was wrong so I assumed he meant to say
if
I had hurt his feelings,” I replied, moving out of the way again. “Is he throwing our stuff up at us or what?”

“He’s working on his telekinesis,” Rowan drawled from the other side of the boat. “I made things worse by saying he was overreacting and got a carry-on bag upside the head. Now he’s helping us unload since we’re almost to the island and playing a little dodgeball as well. Good to know his temper has improved.”

“I heard that!” Edric bellowed from below. “I can hear you from the room we were in. I’m not sending the stuff that far.”

“I know you can,” Rowan shouted right back. “You have a temper! You admit it. Why am I a bad guy when I say it?”

“Are you trying to add fuel to the fire?” I asked, glancing at him like he was nuts.

“I’m tired of being in trouble,” he answered with a shrug. “We try to do what’s right by him and he throws tantrums like this with his powers. You hurt his feelings. That sucks and you didn’t mean it. If he would just tell us or talk to us instead of waiting until it festers and blowing up, things would be much simpler.”

There was a thunk from below and I wanted to go down and see what was going on, but I also didn’t want my luggage smacked upside my head.

Edric stepped out onto the stairs with his backpack over his shoulders and walked up as if he was furious and trying to keep himself in check. He focused on Rowan first.

“I’ve tried explaining this to you but no one apparently listens to me. You guys get angry and you go for a run to calm down. It doesn’t work that way with the powers I have. They fester and build until I feel like I’m going to explode when I’m upset or around people who are upset and we had a yacht full of upset people last night. I’m sorry you’re so abused, but I thought trying to get the suitcases up here and working on my control when I’m upset was a good idea.

“I’ll work on my tantrums far, far away from you from now on. And I know, you’re going to bitch that you’re in trouble again,” he said so quietly it was like an angry whisper. “But I really don’t like getting upset, Rowan. Yelling is not fun for me and it fucks with my powers. I’m not a drama queen and I don’t thrive on anger. So I’m sorry you think I do this for kicks but I don’t. If something hurts my feelings then it was something that shouldn’t have been said or done.

“And yes, maybe discussing things with you would have been the right path but I was going to wait until after our first vacation together to sit down and talk this out. Instead I have Blaine in my face before I even got to have coffee or go swimming or fishing with anyone going on and on like a broken record giving me guilt trips. According to him it’s being a hypocrite that I can see in other people’s brains but I don’t
ever
tell you guys what’s going on with me.

“But then here you are bitching that I’m always throwing temper tantrums about what’s upsetting me. So apparently two of my three mates can’t even decide what they want and the third is always cracking jokes because everything is just so fucking funny to him, even things that are sensitive topics. And I’m
so
not the only one here with a fucking temper.
Now
if you’ll excuse me, I want to go see the island and find a room of my own. Alone!”

“Guess we’re one of the inner circles who’s in trouble with their Omega,” I grumbled as he walked away. “I make jokes when I’m nervous or don’t know what to say.”

“Sometimes you have just let things go before others have and it doesn’t upset you anymore but it does others,” Blaine hedged. “Sometimes. But we all do it. I think it’s just that it was his Florida escape topic and we keep hovering. I heard him tell someone last night that we still think he’s going to run again. I do worry about that a lot.”

“So do I,” Rowan admitted with a wince. “Shit. Do you think we’ve been harping and crowding him and didn’t even realize it?”

“We love him so I think of course we were,” I answered. “Balls. We’ve got some groveling to do.” I glanced at Rowan. “You especially. That was a bitch thing to say to him. He doesn’t just fly off the handle for any little thing. He’s justified when he gets pissed.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t say he wasn’t. He just extra blows up sometimes.”

“Don’t we all?” I challenged him. He bit his lip and then nodded. Yeah, we all did. We picked up our bags and headed towards where the ramp would go down. Maybe I wasn’t so excited about this vacation after all. Balls.

* * * *

Asher

“Babe, I need your help,” I said quietly to Jaxon as the boat pulled into the dock.

“You don’t look like you’re tenting your shorts,” he snickered as he bumped his shoulder with mine. “What do you need, stud?”

“We can’t just stand by and let all these guys’ matings turn to shit. No one’s cheated, no one’s done anything so bad that it can’t be fixed. There’s too much outside stress and we both know that. If none of this other shit was going on, then none of their matings would be blowing up.”

“Agreed, but I’m not sure what we can do but I’m in.”

“Good. Get your guitar and plug-in thing. We’re having a cookout with live singing and lots of making up.”

“Live singing? Karaoke won’t make anyone forgive a bad singer,” he chuckled.

“We have a good singer. Trust me. Let me make sure he’s on board and then you guys can figure out the best songs to play you both know.”

“You’re sexy as hell when you’re plotting to take over the world to help it,” he said quietly as he stared into my eyes.

“I love you too, Jaxon,” I whispered. He smiled brightly and kissed me. “Glad we got that settled.” He turned to head back down below and then looked at me over his shoulder.

“Yup, now we just need to get the short one to tell us.” He gave me a wink. “I love you too, Asher. I love all of you.”

I smiled as he sauntered off whistling a happy tune. Yeah, we could give all these fighting couples a push. I wanted to give fate a thumbs-up as the man I needed stormed past me.

“Got a second, Rowan?”

“No, I need to drown myself in the ocean,” he grumbled. “Try me again later.”

“How about we figure out a way to fix things with your mate first.”

“That’s why I was drowning myself,” he sighed as he leaned against the side rail as the boat shut down. “I just get so frustrated. I’m always doing the doggy paddle to keep up instead of swimming forward. I’m supposed to protect my family but from the Council? The
whole
Council potentially. It’s more than I can do.”

“So you lashed out about always feeling in the wrong and temper tantrums,” I finished for him and he winced. “Yeah, I heard it. Want to help me fix some things and woo your mate?”

“Yes, god, yes. I’ve been wracking my brain and I can’t come up with anything. Maybe it’s the salt in the air but I feel about ten points stupider.”

“Find Jaxon after we unload all the food. You’re singing. He brought his guitar and we’re having a cookout. I’ll be damned if I sit here and let the people we care about fall apart.”

“I’m in,” he said with a toothy grin. “What else do you need?”

“Lots of help. We’ve got enough food to make for an army and not a lot of time. I want fire pits built on the sand so we can get this done and something for Jaxon to stand on and electricity for his plug-in box.”

“You mean amp?” he chuckled.

“Yeah, sure.” I shrugged. I liked music and watching my man perform but I couldn’t play an instrument to save my ass nor knew anything about them.

I found Tristan, Wesley, Jared, Bay, Levey, Harkin, Cameron, and Rhyce before they got off the yacht and told them the plan. Of course they were all in. We hurried to get everything off the boat and started setting up what we’d need on the beach. The rest of everyone were heading right to the house but we needed this set up now.

“What are you plotting?” Brody asked me as stopped by me on the beach. “You have that look on your face.”

“I have a look for plotting?” I chuckled as I stared up at him from where I kneeling and setting up stones for the cooker pit.

“Yeah, it’s that one that says romance and mischief all at the same time. It’s a cute look like you’re happy and also determined.”

“Well you’re good because that’s how I feel. We’re setting up a wooing party so the couples can make up. We just have to set the Valentine’s Day mood apparently.”

“Can I help?” he asked after a moment. “I know I’m not romantic but I can take direction well.”

“Yeah, but I plan on wooing you tonight so you can’t know
everything
going on.”

“Why would you need to woo me? I’m already yours, Asher.”

“Are you really?” I asked gently. “Have you decided to let us in?”

“I did, but now that I’m seeing the stress of being an Omega and inner circle blow up what everyone’s built up, I’m not sure it’s wise.”

“It’s scary, that’s for sure,” I said as evenly as I could as I kept working on the pit. “But some things in life are worth taking the jump for. Maybe tonight will change your mind that it’s right.”

“Maybe.” There was an awkward pause where both of us weren’t really sure what to say next that wouldn’t risk potentially fighting. “How about I get all your bags to whatever room we’re going to be in and then I’ll come find you to see if there’s anything I can do?”

“That would be great. And pass the word that we’re doing a cookout at five sharp. Just don’t tell anyone the rest of the plan.”

“You got it, 007,” he chuckled before leaning down and giving me a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for being patient with me, Asher. I know it’s not easy and I don’t want you guys to hate me down the road or think I need coddling. I just have to do this my way, the right way in my eyes, or it could fall apart later.”

“You’re worth the wait, sweet thang,” I drawled, using my best Jaxon impression. Brody chuckled and headed back to the boat. Well, at least he was smiling and there was still hope he’d let us in one day. That was a start. For now, I had a trap to set for tonight to catch wayward couples in and make them fall in love with their mates all over again.

* * * *

Harkin

“Dude, this place is creepy,” I said with a shiver as we got the first load of everything to the front door.

“It’s the right place,” Slate stated again. “There was a sign on the dock that said,
Welcome to Lilleulv. If you shouldn’t be here or weren’t invited, leave because we do bite.
I mean that kind of says we’re in the right place.”

“Totally,” I agreed with a shrug. “I wasn’t doubting your mad driving or mapping skills, just saying the place is creepy.” I stared up and up at the mansion again. It was weird. Not so much the design but we were out in the middle of nowhere, deserted island type place, and about a mile inland from the dock was this massive,
massive
house. It was like the Governor’s mansion in the middle of a tropical island like in
Pirates of the Caribbean
.

Just weird.

“Think we’re going to find Governor Swann and Captain Jack Sparrow soon?” Wesley mumbled as he reached for the door with the key Lord Ellys gave him.

“I
know
, right?” I exclaimed, glad I wasn’t the only one who had thought that. Weird. Wesley turned the key and pushed open the door only to have several shrill wolf howls go off. I grabbed him and moved him behind me. “What the
fuck
was that?”

“It wasn’t in the movie, that’s for sure,” Slate said quietly as he pulled out a gun. I raised an eyebrow at him. “Ex-military, dude. We all come packing. Why do you think we were all so adamant about driving and then loading certain cases ourselves? We didn’t want someone stumbling onto loaded weapons.”

“Whatever,” I chuckled, holding my arm out for him. “You take the lead then.”

He nodded and then pulled out a flashlight as he stepped inside. Wesley and I followed, Bay and Levey flanking us. Bay moved over into the corner and flipped some switches.

“Power works. That’s a plus,” he mumbled. We walked down the main hallway, taking in the ornate decorating right out of the 1800s. I seriously felt like I was in a museum and I would end up breaking everything.

“Um, guys,” Wes hissed as he pulled on my arm. I glanced down at him and then where he was pointing. There was a message written on a large mirror in marker.

One Omega to another, your place is with your three but if you find you need a new place for all, the doors will open for you here. It will take your gifts to make that happen though and prove you should really be here. Otherwise this house has eyes and ears and will eat you alive so get out now if you can’t handle the challenge. A fifty/fifty shot an Omega not of a bloodline has, but of a bloodline the house will welcome you. Run if none of this made sense because the wolves will descend on you.

“I thought this place was uninhabited,” Slate growled as he glanced around. “What wolves? We just got here.”

“Doesn’t matter,” I assured him. “We’ve got two Omegas of a bloodline of them. We’re all good. It’s just a warning for those who might want to raid the house or stumbled upon it.”