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Spring has already bloomed in Velaris: roses, daisies, and tulips grew all around the city. Soft clouds surrounded the mountains. Residents rushed about their business, children ran around, and their merry laughter echoed from the walls of the streets. And
at the peak of it all sat the House of Wind.
Within its walls, in a plush bedding lay three omegas: Elain, Feyre, and Azriel in the middle. All three in a peaceful slumber, purring lightly. The girls lay with their heads on Azriel’s chest, their heads right under his chin. The big nest positioned in front of the large windows opening to the city was a mess of pink, purple, and blue.
Two armchairs sat on each side of the nest, their holders ready to pounce on anyone who dared to approach those sleeping in the nest. Nesta, lounging on the right, read a book, and Cassian, to her left, cleaned his knives. He sat closer to the door, so if any intruder came inside, they’d face him first. Both alphas were relaxed, basking in the comfortable scents of their pack, yet their ears picked up every sound.
Their heads jerked to the center, where Rhys winnowed, right in front of the nest. But sensing the pack alpha, both let their shoulders slump. Rhysand greeted them both before crouching in front of the nest:
“They’ve been sleeping all this time?” He asked, amused.
“Az came late yesterday, even more than usual. They practically ambushed him and
tackled him to lay with them,” chuckled Cassian.
The High Lord’s hands caressed each omega’s head as he rumbled deeply. His whole pack, together. The alpha in him was pleased, very much so. He scented them so the smell of pack, protection, and love could swarm the omegas. He brought his wrist to Elain’s neck, lightly scenting her. Even though she was mated, Rhysand was still her pack alpha, as well as Lucien’s now. The former moved to Velaris a while ago, not wanting her to choose between home and him.
Then he brushed over Azriel’s hair. The shadowsinger had dark bags under his eyes, having returned only yesterday from a three-day mission where he spied on the Autumn Court’s heir. Azriel being unmated, Rhys is overprotective of him, nearly as much as he is of Feyre. It took him a long time to accept his nature, since male omegas were rarer than female ones. For a long time, he saw it as weakness and tried to suppress it, but with Feyre and Elain near him, it became unbearable for him to just ignore it. They helped him accept himself and, in turn, accept the pack’s affection.
At last, Rhysand’s gaze shifted to his mate. A strand of hair rested on her forehead; he brushed it off and nuzzled her. She stirred lightly and opened her blue-grey eyes. The High Lady’s gaze met the violet orbs of her mate, and she smiled softly. She saw endless affection and devotion in his eyes. Feyre reached her hand to caress his cheek. Then she looked over to her left, nuzzling Elain and Azriel before getting up. Her mate swooped her up and winnowed them away, but she was able to wave a quick goodbye to Nesta and Cassian before they disappeared.
Soon after, Lucien came by to take Elain to their house not so far away from Nesta and Cassian’s residence. With permission from both alphas, he approached the nest where omegas lay now cuddled to each other. He softly called Elain’s name, trying not to disturb Azriel’s sleep. He felt two sharp eyes scanning his every move. Elain yawned and rubbed her cheek against Azriel’s before waking up. Her movements caused Az to open his eyes too. He blushed seeing Lucien watching over them. While he felt completely safe to show his softer side to the pack, Lucien still was a new addition, and he felt shy. But the alpha’s eyes hold no judgment. He only picked up Elain before lightly scenting Azriel and leaving.
Now he was all alone in the nest, devoid of two sources of heat; he shivered lightly. The day was young, and the wind still carried its morning chill. Cassian and Nesta exchanged glances:
“Not so warm being all alone, pup?” Nesta arched an eyebrow.
Azriel glared at her with no heat and grumbled quietly.
“Come,” he demanded. If Azriel from several years ago saw him, he would be mortified. But now he was more confident in himself, and sometimes it resulted in occasional usage of his omega privileges. They chuckled but stood up nonetheless. They slowly approached the plush bedding, looming over Azriel. Their lips tugged upward, but their stare was dark. He fidgeted under their watchful eyes, blushing slightly. Alpha effect and all.
“What do you say if you want something?” crooned Nesta.
“Please,” breathed Azriel and averted his eyes. Redness crept at his neck and cheeks. Cassian was the first to relent and literally fell into the nest. The omega squeaked from surprise and scowled at him. Cassian, paying no attention to that, hugged him from the back. His nose touched the omega’s scent glands, scenting him. Nesta sighed, amused by the scene before her, and lay down next to them. She started petting Azriel’s hair. The shadowsinger was still tired after the
mission and fell asleep quickly. The alphas started rumbling, and soon after, a soft purr joined them.