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ANNABELLE.

Mindful of the knob turning as the door unlocks with almost unnoticeable creak, I look up, my arms still wounded tight on Zyn's frame as he slept on my outstretched legs. "Hey," Zach's frame comes to vision, leaning against the door frame. Arms crossed as he smiles at me. "You doing okay?"

"Hey." I utter back just as low, my hand weaving through the vulnerable Omega's hair. "I should ask you that."

Letting a chuckle slip out, he cheekily retorts,"Well, I'm not the one that'll have to regularly deal with your.... interesting harem. They're quite the bunch."

I find truth in his words. I haven't seen anyone like them before. At all. Sure, the twins were a little problematic, Atlas more so than Arsenio. And Reed's hard exterior that was hard to break through. Adding Zyneth's innocence. They were one hell of a mix.

I'm not the one to speak either. I was far from being perfect. Far from being what they'll actually need.

But that wasn't why I was so against this connection. This