[GL] Someone Once Told Me the Grass is Much er on the Other Side-Chapter 97: Big Move Arc: Three

Samantha couldn’t sleep that night when Lacy had told her about what happened to Sune Joon at the age of thirteen. It was hard for her to grasp the reality that Theresa could do this. How could a mother do this to her own son or anyone? But as said, it was known Theresa had a history of raping Omegas. She didn’t discriminate, even attempted to do so with Lacy.

The Alpha went down stairs to get her a bottle water. Once she was able to get a couple of gulps of water, she went to the living room and sat down to just think.

Samantha stared at the ceiling fan, its blades slicing through the stale air with mechanical indifference. Each rotation echoed the grinding thoughts in her mind: Theresa’s face, Sune Joon’s terrified eyes at thirteen- oh how terrified he must have been, Lacy’s trembling hands as she recounted the story.

The bottle of water sat sweating onto the coffee table, untouched after those first desperate swallows. Her skin prickled, too tight over her bones, as if her own body rejected the weight of what she now knew.

Downstairs, the silence pressed in thickly, broken only by the low audio of the refrigerator and the relentless ceiling fan.

Whump, Whump, Whump!

Its rhythmic thrum seemed to sync with the pounding behind Samantha’s temples, each rotation dragging Theresa’s predatory smile back into focus.

She imagined Sune Joon’s thin shoulders pressed against a wall, thirteen years old and paralyzed with an understanding no child should ever possess. The image burned, the betrayal etched onto a face still soft with youth, the suffocating dread in eyes wide with disbelief.

Tap, tap, tap!

Samantha looked to see Aurora slowly coming down the stairs. The four year old had her stuffed bunny in her hand as she walked to the kitchen. The Alpha got up to follow her daughter to see why she was up so late.

Peeking into the kitchen, she saw Aurora push a chair toward a cabinet. She climbed up and opened it to get a cookie. The four year old then got down, and pushed the chair back to its place. She sat on the ground to eat the cookie.

"Aurora," Samantha called.

The four year old jumped and sighed when she saw her sire. Samantha went to sit down next to her daughter.

Aurora leaned her head against Samantha’s arm, cookie crumbs dusting her chin. The stuffed bunny lay forgotten beside her, one button eye staring blankly at the ceiling. Samantha smelled the sweet, buttery scent of the cookie mingling with the faint ozone of the refrigerator.

Her daughter’s small warmth pressed against her side felt fragile, unbearably precious against the cold images still clawing at her mind, Theresa’s predatory smile, Sune Joon’s terror-stricken face at thirteen, Lacy’s trembling hands.

Aurora’s innocent midnight snack became a stark, silent counterpoint to the violation Samantha now carried like stones in her stomach.

Aurora had fallen asleep in Samantha’s arms by the time the Alpha carried her off to bed. She tucked her in and went back to her own room where Lacy and Salmona were asleep peacefully in the bed.

Samantha went to sleep and didn’t wake up until the next morning when she felt a mouth on her clit. She looked down to see her Omega slowly making her come alive from softness to hardness.

"Lacy..." Samantha moaned, her fingers intertwining in Lacy’s curly hair.

The Omega’s lips moved with practiced devotion, each flick of her tongue deliberate, worshipful.

Samantha arched into the wet heat, her hips lifting instinctively as dawn light crept across the rumpled sheets. Beside them, Salmona slept on undisturbed, her breathing deep and even beneath the shared blanket.

Lacy’s mouth worked with desperate intensity now, hollowing her cheeks as she took Samantha deeper. Her fingers dug into Samantha’s thighs, not restraining but anchoring, as if she needed this connection more than air.

Samantha watched the crown of Lacy’s dark curls bob rhythmically, the sight visceral against the lingering horror of Theresa’s crimes that still clung like cobwebs in her mind. Here was devotion, a fierce claiming that felt like both sanctuary and rebellion against the ugliness they now carried.

Her climax built not as a wave but as a slow, inevitable pressure, deep in her belly, coiling tighter with each skilled pull of Lacy’s mouth.

Samantha’s hands tightened, her breath hitching into shallow gasps as pleasure sharpened into something almost painful in its intensity.

The world narrowed: the wet heat enveloping her, the scent of sleep and sex thick in the air, the soft sounds Lacy made low in her throat vibrating through her core.

Samantha’s cum entered into Lacy’s mouth, a whole load as if she hadn’t emptied herself in days. Lacy lapped it all up and swallowed, smiling at Samantha.

"Good morning," she said.

After the family had breakfast, they walked up the street together, some blocks to enroll Aurora into pre-k. She was starting late but hopefully, she would catch up by the time kindergarten started.

Samantha held Aurora’s hand as they walked, the crisp autumn air carrying the scent of fallen leaves and distant chimney smoke.

Aurora skipped occasionally, her stuffed bunny tucked under her arm, oblivious to the tension coiling in Samantha’s shoulders every time they passed a stranger.

The Alpha’s gaze kept darting, assessing shadows between houses, the too-long stare of a man washing his car, the flicker of a curtain in an upstairs window.

Salmona looked at her phone as she read about the school. The Alpha was astonished at how much this school has accomplished. "Wow," she said to Lacy and her sister. "This school really is at the top."

They stepped on campus together and went into the admissions office, where they were met with a Beta.

Samantha’s hand tightened around Aurora’s small fingers as they entered the fluorescent-lit office. The scent of industrial cleaner and stale coffee hung thick in the air. Behind the reception desk, a Beta woman with tired eyes and a pinned-on smile glanced up, her fingers pausing over the keyboard.

Samantha felt the weight of Lacy’s presence beside her, warm and steady, while Salmona scanned the room with sharp curiosity. Aurora pressed closer to Samantha’s leg, her bunny clutched like a shield.

"And you must be the Theresa family," the Beta woman said. She reached out and shook hands with Lacy and the two Alphas. Salmona placed her behind her back while Samantha stepped forward with Aurora. The Beta knelt down and smiled. "And this must be Aurora!" She said.

Aurora was shy but with the help of her parents, she stepped forward and greeted the Beta.

"Alright, let me take you on a tour," she said, as the five of them all stepped out the office.

The Beta led them down polished hallways echoing with the distant sounds of children’s laughter and scuffling shoes. Samantha’s nostrils flared at the mingled scents of crayons, disinfectant, and packed lunches, her knuckles brushing against Lacy’s wrist, a silent anchor.

Aurora clung to Salmona’s pant leg now, her small face pressed into the fabric, the bunny dangling precariously from one hand.

They passed classrooms with bright paper decorations taped to windows, tiny chairs stacked neatly, and finger paintings drying on wire racks. Each vibrant color felt jarring against the darkness still coiled in Samantha’s gut.

However as the tour came to an end, Samantha began to cheer up. She would talk to Lacy and Salmona later that evening to talk about Theresa and how she should have very little contact with Aurora moving forward.

It was a school they were excited about when it came to Aurora. They saw good things for her future in this environment and the Alphas were actually really loving the fact they moved here to Ashley.

"Alright Aurora, you’re starting school next Monday. Are you excited?"

"Yes..." the little girl said. She pulled herself up in her chair at the kitchen table while Lacy went into the kitchen to make lunch for them.

Salmona came into the kitchen. "Samantha and I are going to get tested next week."

"Why?" Lacy asked as she made the sandwiches.

"Well, you’re not pregnant. We were hoping we’d be on our second child now. Something must be wrong," Lacy nodded her head but said nothing.

Samantha came into the kitchen and took the plates to the dining table where the four began to eat. It was an eventful day, once Aurora was in school then the twins would get back to real estate and Lacy would get back to managing her restaurant.

Things were looking good, looking bright as they talked and laughed during lunch. They were back together again, a family and they each couldn’t wait to see what the future would bring.

"Am I getting a baby soon?" Aurora asked with sandwich crumbs over her mouth.

The adults laughed with Lacy wiping her face.

"Of course," Salmona said. "But your sire and I both need to go her our bodies checked, okay."

The little Omega nodded her head.