All Chapters of Midnight On The Bayou: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I paused, the words teetering on the brink of confession, but something held me back. Instead, I forced a small smile, shaking my head slightly. "It's nothing, just the usual fears about how we're all managing this...circumstance," I lied, brushing off the truth of what lay heavy on my heart.Knox searched my face momentarily, trying to decipher the words I hadn't said. Finally, nodding, he offered a gentle, "If you ever need to talk, you know I'm here, right?" His offer of support, even in the face of my clear evasion, was a testament to his kindness and the strength of our bond.Choosing not to reveal what had transpired between Kyran and me felt like a betrayal of the trust we shared, yet the fear of disrupting the fragile balance between us was a powerful deterrent. Kyran's unexpected entrance into the bathroom, still groggy and mumbling about a bad dream, broke the tense atmosphere like a sudden clap of thunder. His eyes, clouded with the remnants of sleep and the unease of his

Knox and I walked out into the main house, where the omegas were scurrying about cleaning under Cassy's supervision. It struck me then that the reality of my new role intertwined with theirs, a responsibility I was still adjusting to. Cassy was doing my job because I was too busy attempting to contain her brothers. They were a full-time job themselves. Cassy caught my eye with an expression I couldn't quite decipher, her gaze quickly diverting whenever it met mine. It was unusual, unsettling even, and I pondered the cause of her discomfort. Seizing a moment when she passed by the hall, I pulled her aside. "Cassy, what's wrong?" I asked. She glanced around nervously before ushering me into the pantry, the small space feeling even more confined as the door clicked shut behind us. We fumbled briefly in the dim light before it flickered on, illuminating her worried face. "Well, I went to check on you and Ky after they left, and... it seemed you were napping together. Except, it was cl

Ky surrendered to his grief. He lay on his old bed. His sobs cut through the silence, raw and unguarded, a testament to the depth of his pain.I snuggled close to him. My body curved around his. My arms tightened around him, a silent promise that he wasn't alone in his sorrow. Knox joined us, an unwavering presence in the face of our shared despair. He sat on the bed, his hand resting on Ky's shoulder.Ky's voice broke through his sobs, a single question that carried the weight of a thousand words, "Where's Kael?""Handling everything...and he knows, Ky. About us," I whispered. Ky's question came between sobs, his voice raising an octave. "He knows? How does he know?"I took a deep breath, steadying myself for the confession. "I told him."His response was immediate, a mix of disbelief and hurt coloring his words. "Why did you do that? Right now, no less?"Knox intervened."He sort of forced it out of her. You know how he is."Kael's return to the house was anything but peaceful. The

As breakfast arrived, I collected it from the door, the aroma of fresh beignets filling the air, a small joy amid the madness. We settled into the pillow fort I had constructed, a cozy haven on the floor, and began to eat. I noticed he had fixed my work, making the pillow fort far more comfortable and stable while I collected the food. Curiosity got the better of me as we ate, the craftsmanship of our makeshift fort too expert to be a coincidence. "Why do you do this? Create pillow forts on the floor? You're really good at it, so you must have done it often," I asked, seeking insight into a tradition that felt intimate and nostalgic.Ky paused, a hint of melancholy crossing his face. "Whenever one of us was sick, we'd do this... to be closer to each other. We only ever felt better when we were close. Mom used to say it almost looked like the sonogram photos of us in the womb, how cute it was that we sought each other out when one was sick."His voice trailed off, and I could see the

Ky wrapped me in a hug, the kind that said everything words couldn't. "I love you," he whispered, a promise that hung between us. "I'll be back around 10 am to pick you guys up tomorrow."As he started to pull away, I noticed the hesitation, a silent acknowledgment of Kael's presence. Unwilling to let the moment pass, I pulled Ky back, sealing our goodbye with a kiss. Kael's sharp breath didn't go unnoticed, but the moment wasn't about him—it was about affirming what Kyran and I shared.Ky left, and the room fell into an awkward silence. I turned to Kael, trying to lighten the mood. "Oh my, get up and hug me. You know you want to."Without hesitation, Kael was on his feet, wrapping me in a hug that made his pent-up emotions clear. His kisses peppered my face, his fingers playfully tangling in my hair. It was clear he treasured these moments.I laughed, "Kael, stop and listen to me." He paused immediately, his attention undivided. "You smell like the woods and not in a good way... Have