Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Nerdy Omega’s Three Protectors : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

**Author’s POV**Orlando twisted the doorknob, but it wouldn’t budge. With a frustrated grunt, he stepped aside, giving Jordan room to work. Jordan pulled out the same hairpin he’d used earlier. The thin metal slid into the lock with a soft scrape. Within seconds, a satisfying click echoed in the quiet hallway. He twisted the knob and slowly pushed the door open, the hinges creaking faintly. As the first one inside, he froze in the doorway.“What the hell!” he snarled, already charging forward.The other two rushed in behind him. The scene that greeted them stole the breath from their lungs. Aiden lay unconscious on the bed, his head resting on a pillow soaked dark with blood that had turned stiff and crusty. His wrists and ankles were tightly bound with shackles that bit into his skin. His pants were bunched around his ankles, his shirt torn open, exposing his chest. Ugly bruises bloomed across his face, deep purple and angry red while dried blood crusted under his nose and al

Aiden's POV The silence that followed was a comfortable one, broken only by the soft beeping of the monitor beside my bed and the distant murmur of hospital staff beyond the door.I stared at the ceiling, tracing the faint cracks in the white plaster like a map that led nowhere."How long have I been unconscious?" I asked."About fourteen hours," Orlando answered. He had settled into the chair closest to my bed, his elbows resting on his knees, head bowed like he's holding a private vigil. "You had lost a lot of blood and your body was tired." He explained.My hand instinctively rose to my neck. My fingertips grazed the skin there and I winced at the tenderness. A ghost of that man's grip still lingered like a brand."Don't," Jordan said quietly, reaching over and gently pulling my hand away. He held it in both of his instead, his thumb tracing slow, absent circles across my knuckles. He didn't let go.Macmillan was leaning against the wall near the window, arms folded, watching the

Aiden’s POV “Are you comfortable? Is there something you want me to fix?” Jordan asked, his voice low and gentle.He had puffed my pillows five times already, each time sending small feathers of softness against my cheek. He’d straightened my blanket three times, tucking the edges around my legs with careful fingers, and even pressed his palm into the mattress to test how it cradled my aching body.“Thank you, Jordan. I’m comfortable,” I said, offering him a small smile that tugged at the bruise along my jaw.“Okay. Just let me know if you’re uncomfortable or if you need anything at all.” He lingered for a moment, then finally settled onto his own bed across from mine. I thought he’d crash immediately, they hadn’t properly slept in over twenty-four hours but instead, he stayed awake, his steady gaze fixed on me. The quiet weight of his attention felt warm, almost protective.The faint scent of fried food drifted into the room before Macmillan and Orlando even opened the door. The

The air in the spacious, dimly lit room was thick with anticipation, the kind that hummed between four bodies who had danced around this moment for weeks. Aiden stood at the center of the room, heart pounding, his lean frame already flushed with excitement. Macmillan stepped close first, his hands gentle but sure as he cupped Aiden's face and kissed him deeply. Orlando with dark eyes that seemed to devour everything, moved in from the side, trailing fingers down Aiden's chest. Jordan pressed against Aiden's back, nipping at his neck.A large bottle of thick, water-based lube sat prominently on the nightstand beside a box of extra-large condoms. "Ready?" Macmillan murmured against Aiden's lips, voice low and reassuring.Aiden nodded, breath shaky. "Yes, it's been a while."They undressed him slowly, reverently. Shirts and pants pooled on the floor until all four men were naked, cocks already hard and heavy with need. Macmillan rolled a condom down his thick length first, then sli

**Aiden’s POV**We arrived at the arcade as the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in soft oranges. Joel parked the bike with a satisfying rumble, then grabbed my hand and pulled me into the chaotic, brightly lit space. The air hummed with electronic beeps, clashing bells, and the constant roar of excited children darting between machines. Their high-pitched screams echoed off the walls.“What should we do first?” Joel asked, his voice bubbling with infectious excitement.“I don’t know,” I mumbled, my stomach twisting.A strange anxiety settled over me. The voices felt overwhelmingly loud, pressing against my ears like static. The flashing lights blurred together, and the energy of the place felt foreign and chaotic. Part of me wanted to retreat to the quiet safety of the school dorm, but that was the last place I could face right now. So arcade it was.“Let’s go bowling,” Joel said, already dragging me forward again.He rented the shoes and selected a bowling ball, his grin widen