Chapter Fifty-Nine

Faith

Three months later

Micah , I sign, where do you want this ?

Micah eyes the taped-up box at my feet. His amber eyes brighten. "Guest bathroom, I think." He sweeps past me, dropping a kiss on my cheek. "Thank you, angel."

I try not to swoon.

When Caleb first suggested the move, my inner omega was hesitant. But now we're here, loading boxes into a fresh new space—a penthouse suite a little further from the inner city, this one with three bedrooms—all she wants to do is nest.

I wasn't sure what the instinct was at first. After all, I haven't exactly had a lot of chances in my life to create a safe space for myself.

But now that I've identified it … it's pretty intense.

I move to pick up another box—this one clearly marked ‘kitchen'—when I feel someone's hand on my back.

I swirl around, poised to attack.

Jaxon holds his hands up. "Easy, tiger." He smiles. "You want to fight?"

Do you ? I sign, playfully.

He growls, taking hold of my waist. "Maybe, after we've got the new bed set up."

My core tightens, hot with anticipation.

"Hey," Caleb walks in, pointing to the box in front of me. "I hope you weren't planning on lifting that."

"Exactly what I was gonna say." Jaxon swoops in, lifting the ‘kitchen' box with ease. "Listen, when we said you were allowed to help us move in, we didn't mean the heavy lifting. Leave that to your alphas."

I roll my eyes, but those words— your alphas —fill me with glee.

In all my years, in and before the arena, I never imagined life could be like this. Surrounded by warm, comforting scents, a den that already feels like my own, and a pack who calls me their omega. Not because they have to.

Because they love me.

"Oh hey," Micah says, putting things away in the kitchen. "I just got an email from the judge's assistant. Apparently they need to move the next hearing back a couple days. Is everyone okay for Thursday at nine?"

"Works for me," Jaxon sighs. Caleb nods.

Micah looks at me. "What do you think, baby? That work for you?"

I want to groan, or pout, or shake my head. These hearings have been relentless—one after the other, drawn out by tiresome legal jargon and aggravating defenses. But I knew what I was signing up for when I agreed to act as a key witness. And, exhausting as it is, I don't regret my decision.

Micah softens. "Faith? You okay?"

Instantly, Jaxon and Caleb are looking at me as well. Jaxon grumbles, returning to wrap me in his arms. "I think you made her grumpy," he says.

You're grumpy , I sign back, stubbornly.

Caleb hums. "We can ask them to push it to next week, if you need a longer break." He regards me with concern. "You must be exhausted."

No, I sign. It's fine.

I can put up with another hearing. And several more after that. It's like my alphas keep assuring me—no matter how slow progress might seem, it's still progress. That counts for something.

Besides, a part of me feels like I owe this much to the world. After what I did … who I hurt, or got hurt …

"Hey." Caleb takes my face in his hand. "Talk to us. What's eating you?"

I could tell him. It would take a while, and probably a couple references to the AMERICAN SIGN LANGUAGE FOR DUMMIES , but I know he'd be patient.

Even so … it's nothing we haven't discussed before. And honestly, right now, I'm not sure I want to dwell on these things more than I have to.

Later, I sign at last. Please.

Caleb glances down. "I'm holding you to that, omega."

He starts to drift away when an idea dawns on me. I pinch his shirt, bringing his attention back to my hands.

Can we see Fang tonight ?

Thankfully, Caleb doesn't darken, as he sometimes does when I mention Fang. "Sure," he says. "How about dinner?"

I smile. Nod.

"Ooh …" Jaxon teases, lifting another box—this one headed for the living room. "Another dinner date with Fang. Maverick will be thrilled."

I roll my eyes again, though this time it's to hide my blush.

Being separated from Fang, so soon after I got him back, has definitely been a blow. At first I was so angry I wanted to shut down completely—tell him to enjoy his life without me—but I couldn't do it. I need him too much for that.

The RDF couldn't, ‘in good conscience', set him up in independent living. Nor could they stick him in a refuge.

And so, Maverick put his hand up for the job.

It's worked out better than any of us expected. Maybe Fang's time in the arena, bunking with difficult rogues, has made him an ideal roommate. Or maybe Maverick just likes the company.

" He likes being close to you ," Jaxon explained his own theory a few nights ago. " Staying with Fang means he has a piece of you, almost literally, by his side … I think that helps ."

I asked him what exactly it helps with, and Jaxon went quiet, and didn't answer.

"That actually works out well!" Micah calls out. "I probably wasn't going to be able to cook tonight, anyway." He gestures around all the boxes in the kitchen. "Bit of a mess."

I'll text Fang, I sign.

I pull out my phone—my second hospital gift, courtesy of Caleb—and quickly find my top contact.

Dinner tonight? x

He answers almost immediately.

FANG

I'm in

Need to see you

My body gets hot reading the words. I know what ‘need to see you' means in Fang speak.

Jaxon's right. Maverick will not be pleased. Not after our last dinner date when, in his words, we ‘stunk the house up with sex'.

No doubt sensing my arousal, Jaxon joins me and Caleb in the foyer, slipping his arms around me from behind. "Someone's getting excited about tonight, huh?"

I bite my lip.

Caleb chuckles. "You assume our girl can hold out until tonight ."

Jaxon groans almost inaudibly, trailing his lips down my neck. "That scent," he breathes, "god, you're sweet."

I didn't use to be. Didn't even know I had it in me—my lavender scent thickening not just with arousal, but something purer. Deeper.

I lift my arms up, threading my fingers in Jaxon's hair. A couple bronze locks slip out of his ponytail, soft as feathers.

"Hey Micah," Caleb calls, "you haven't set up the bed yet, have you?"

"The bed?" A couple pots clatter, and then Micah rounds the counter, finding us. His citrus aroma instantly intensifies. "O–oh. The bed. Right. Give me one second!"

He starts to dash off when Caleb stops him. "It's fine," he says, "we can go without." He turns back to me, those ocean eyes sweeping me up in his current. "Don't want to leave our sweet omega waiting."

I feel Jaxon's grin against my neck before he sweeps me up in his arms, carrying me into the new master bedroom. He lays me down on the bare mattress—easily big enough for four people, then some—and prowls over me.

"Look at you," he growls. "So damn eager."

When he kisses me, I taste melted chocolate. I kiss him harder, hungry for more. Always, always hungry for more.

Jaxon unbuttons my shorts and pulls them all the way down. He tucks a couple fingers beneath my underwear, teasing.

I grin, flashing my teeth, and fist the front of his shirt—yanking him in for another kiss. He's so distracted, he doesn't notice my hands at work—unzipping his jeans and finding his thick, pulsing length underneath.

He sucks in a breath. "You're dangerous."

You love it, I sign back.

"Love it," he growls, kissing my neck. "Love you."

Just when I'm sure I can't take anymore—the light friction of his thigh against my underwear enough to set me off—I feel another set of hands. Caleb and Micah have joined us, both stripped down to their boxers.

Caleb slips a hand under my shirt, cupping my breast. My back arches.

"There's our girl," he purrs. "You gonna let my packmates make you feel good?"

I nod, breathing hard.

Suddenly Jaxon flips me over, my ass thrust in the air. "Give me a second, gorgeous. Gotta make sure you're prepped."

He peels off my underwear and places his palm flat over my pussy. I hiss, bucking, and he pinches my backside in warning.

"Easy …" I can hear the smile in his voice. "Just as well you're so nice and wet for us, baby girl."

He dips his fingers into my aching, pulsing sex, using the slick to lube me up properly. I can't help my hips from squirming, running out of patience.

"Your body was made to take us, wasn't it?" Micah murmurs, placing kisses down my spine. "You're such a gift, angel. Made just for us."

Jaxon gives a signal to his packmates—I guess I'm ready. A few murmured words later, he slides beneath me, pointing his cock right against my core. I go to sink down without hesitation, but Micah seizes my hips, stopping me.

"Me first, baby," he says, rubbing his cock over my ass. "Don't worry, I'll go really slowly. And remember—if you need to slow down, or stop, for any reason, you take Caleb's hand and squeeze twice. Okay?"

Right on cue, Caleb laces his fingers between mine. He kisses me reassuringly.

Maybe it's because of that kiss, or because I've taken one of my alphas back there before, but the pain is nothing like I remember. I stretch with perfect satisfaction around Micah's length, my eyes rolling a little more with every inch.

"Oh," Micah gasps. "You're so good. So, so tight …"

"Take a deep breath, omega," Caleb rumbles. "I think Jax needs you, too."

I do as I'm told, my pussy still dripping, as I lower myself onto Jaxon's cock.

"Fuck!" he hisses.

I rest one hand on Jaxon's chest, the other firmly squeezing Caleb, as I adjust to the feeling of these two perfect cocks inside of me. For a second, I'm more full than my body knows what to do with, spasming wildly.

"You okay, my love?" Micah asks. He addresses Caleb, "She squeezing?"

Caleb shakes his head. "She's doing beautifully. Give her another minute."

I stare into my head alpha's eyes. He seems utterly transfixed, his pink lips parted, his eyes glossy with lust. He kisses me again, his sandalwood scent an instant comfort.

I start moving first—lifting myself on Jaxon's cock, then sinking back down. Micah groans, gripping my waist as he tries to match my rhythm.

"You're in charge," he pants. "We'll … oh, god … follow your lead."

The words fill me with power. I keep rolling my hips, cherishing every glorious inch of fullness.

"That's a good girl," Caleb rumbles. "Look at you go … so strong. So beautiful." He swipes a strand of my hair back. "So good for my packmates."

Oh, god. He knows exactly the right words to set me off.

I come with a choked gasp, my core rippling. My every nerve ending lights up with sheer ecstasy.

"Omega," Jaxon gasps, "please—can I knot you? N–need to. Gotta make you full."

Instinctively, my pussy clamps down tighter. I want it all.

"Fuck!" he cries, spilling inside of me, his knot pushing in. The force of it makes me come again, or maybe just come harder , the pleasure never-ending.

Micah's not far behind. He moans beautifully, barely getting a chance to warn me before he comes apart.

I tremble between them. Caleb's hand around mine is the only thing that keeps me steady. Keeps me sane.

But my inner omega isn't satisfied. There's more, she tells me . Need to take it.

Hazily, I start to paw at Caleb's erection—pointing out from beneath his boxers. He grunts in surprise.

"Hey, omega," he purrs, "it's alright. Give yourself a minute."

I chuff. Don't need a minute.

Though I haven't signed the words, he must understand my determination, because he and his packmates chuckle fondly.

"You need more come, baby girl?" Jaxon asks. "Is that it?"

I sense Micah pulling out, probably to give me more movement, so I clench around him. I'm not ready to not be full yet.

Ripping Caleb's boxers down, I take his hot length in my hand. He's so huge, I almost wish I could take a third cock down there … but maybe that's an experiment for another day.

Instead, I urge him to his feet, angling myself just right to take his cock in my mouth. Caleb grunts again, throatier, as he strokes my hair off my face.

"That's our girl," he rumbles, "taking all of us so well. Look at you go."

"Agh …" Jaxon twitches inside of me, his knot swelling impossibly bigger. "That's really hot. I—fuck—I think it's gonna make me come again."

"Me too," Micah gasps.

This time, all four of us explode at once. My alphas' groans, whimpers, and cries echo through the walls of our new den. My own bliss, although silent, practically lights up the room—blinding me in pleasure.

I don't know how long it takes for Jaxon's knot to go down. Long enough for me to swallow Caleb's come, and for Micah to grab a warm, damp towel, and for my alphas to purr over me like I'm the most precious omega on earth.

We lie together on the bare mattress. Secretly, my inner omega loves how it'll always smell of us. Of our first time making love in the new den.

Caleb is still purring, spooning me, as he gently kisses my neck. "Here," he murmurs. "That's where I'm going to mark you, omega. So everyone knows you're ours."

My stomach flutters. This isn't something any of my alphas have brought up before. I know, with Fang, he wants to wait until the estralide is fully out of our systems. But as far as Pack Wilder is concerned … I wasn't sure when to expect the next step. When, or if, I should even ask for it.

"Mm," Jaxon considers. He dips his head, kissing the top of my breast. "I want mine here."

Micah reaches over his packmate's body, taking my hand. "I want mine on your wrist." His cheeks turn pink. "So every time you scent me, you can feel it."

My inner omega can barely contain her joy. I pull away just far enough to use my hands, signing, Fang wants his … and indicate to the opposite side of my neck, here.

My alphas consider this, Caleb especially.

"We'll do it together," he says at last, "when you're ready."

"You mean, when Fang's ready," Jaxon mutters.

I chuff. Be patient with him.

"We are being patient, angel," Micah sweeps in, soothingly. "We will be."

"As long as you're ours," Jaxon exhales, "I'll wait as long as it takes."

To this, my alphas are in agreement. I melt between them, feeling more at ease, more at home, than I've felt all my life. I know it's not perfect—not without Fang—but, god … it's pretty damn close.

"Faith?" Caleb murmurs. "You falling asleep on us?"

My eyes flutter closed, basking in the warmth of my alphas' bodies—their hearts beating in almost perfect time.

No, I sign, smiling. I'm wide awake.