Chapter 117

Avi lead the three Omegas into his room, and closed the door behind them. Kirstin slipped into one of Avi's shirts that draped down past her waist. Avi laid on the bed in only his boxers, and waved all of them over. "Come here, my little babies." Scott rolled his eyes, and then his gaze met Mitch's. Mitch tried to smile at him, but Scott knew it was forced. Mitch had his arms wrapped around his mid-section, and Scott gave him a confused once over. "What's wrong, Sweetpea?" Mitch shook his head. "It's nothing. Just.. It's nothing." Scott gave him a hug once he noticed his little arms around himself. "Not again, Angel. You're gorgeous." Avi sat up a little and leaned on his elbows. "What's up, Mitchell? What's wrong?" Scott pulled away, and picked his own shirt up off the floor. Mitch slipped it on and gave Avi a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, Sir. Sorry to, um.. Sorry." Scott scanned Mitch's body again, smiling at the sight of his T-shirt stopping halfway down Mitch's thighs.