Chapter 4 In which it is discovered I have a magic kitty

I have no idea how many songs we dance through. One bleeds into the next. Sweat beads on my forehead and drips down my spine, soaking into my black dress. The strands of hair around my face stick to my skin.

But I’m fucking loving this. Every so often I crack open my eyes to find Sylvie, see the beautiful smile on her face as she lets go. I keep an eye on her, making sure no one gets too close. It’s an unfortunate side effect of her illness that too much contact with an alpha can make her physically sick, to the point of vomiting, so I spend a lot of time slipping between her and other bodies. Until everyone finally gets the message that the pretty girl with wavy blond hair and dark roots is off limits.

The longer we go on dancing, the stronger the scent of cherry pie is in the air. I have no clue where it’s coming from, but someone on the dance floor must be feeling amorous for it to bleed through the scent blockers on the air.

All thoughts of the phantom cherry pie smell vanish when a big hand slides onto my hip from behind, fingers curling over the swell there to pull me back tight against a big hard chest that smells faintly of brandied pears. It’s delicious and I wish there wasn’t so much descenter in the air, so I could smell him properly.

But even with his smell being dampened by chemicals, it makes my lower belly heat and my pussy muscles clench as a flood of wet hot moisture accumulates between my legs.

Yes, this is exactly what I need. I don’t have to look to know that I’m going to find the alpha behind me delicious. Scent doesn’t lie and even if he’s not the prettiest man I’ve ever seen, I know our sexual chemistry will be off the charts by the reaction of my body alone.

When I tilt my head back and meet the gray eyes of the man holding me, I actually gasp. He’s beautiful. I could tell he would be in the low light of the VIP lounge, but seeing him up close, even with the neon blue and pink light strobing over his face, he’s actually breathtaking. Literally.

I stop breathing, even as my hand lifts, looping around the back of his neck as he grinds into me, following the sway of my body, the beat of the music. The man knows how to move and it doesn’t take much to interpret that into how he’ll be in bed, fucking me into the mattress. Because I have no doubt that is exactly what’s going to happen.

The alpha’s plush lips curl into a smile, and he bends down and down and down—the man is tall —to run his nose down my cheek and into the hollow behind my ear where I’ve heard scent is strongest but have never really put it to the test being a beta. He inhales and a low growl reaches my ears as his entire body goes tight. Another inhale, and his arms clench around me, holding me closer to his body. I think I hear him groan the word “mine”, but that doesn’t seem right.

Guess the dude really likes the scent of cucumber and mint.

A shiver runs through my body as his teeth gently scrape the spot, eliciting another gush of wet between my legs. I feel him smile against my skin and then he lays a trail of wet, tongue heavy kisses along my neck.

My eyes slip closed as I sag against him, no longer dancing, just letting him slide his hands up and down my body. Thick fingers curl into my messy bun, gripping it to direct my head up, tilting it so the alpha can press his mouth to mine. I part almost immediately, drinking in the taste of brandied pears and fucking loving it.

Another of those growls rumbles out of him as he all but fucks my mouth with his. Nipping at my lips, stroking with his tongue. This might be the best fucking kiss I’ve ever had.

A hard warm body presses into my front, bringing with it the scent of fresh spring rain. A beta. The alpha doesn’t snarl or yank me away, so I can only assume that it’s the man he was cuddling in the booth upstairs.

My vagina gives an excited flutter. I’ve never had a threesome, despite my sexual escapades. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t fantasized about it. About two men taking pleasure from my body, using me like a sex toy for their pleasure.

The beta slides his hands onto my hips, before pressing me between their hard bodies. He trails kisses down my neck, over my collarbone, to the swells of my chest and I have the brief thought that maybe I should at least try to have some decorum and take them somewhere more private.

But I’m so fucking hot, hot, hot . My skin flushed, my muscles languid, pleasure running through me from just their mouths on me. I can’t fucking think about anything but these two men and how I want more.

Which is the only reason I can think that I whine . I’ve never whined in my life. That’s an omega thing, but apparently the scent of these two men wrapping around me, the feel of their bodies against mine, is enough to turn a beta into a needy little omega wannabe.

My lids fly open in mortification. It’s on the tip of my tongue to apologize and explain. I know some alphas have a thing about betas trying to act like omegas. Some of them think the beta is trying to trick their alpha instincts, and I sure as hell am not trying to do that.

But the words die in my throat when I take in the beta. He’s so fucking pretty. Shorter than the alpha (that’s to be expected as a beta) with carefully styled sandy blond hair, tan skin and cheekbones to die for. His lips are full and luscious and I want to lick them. Bright blue eyes smile down at me from under straight eyebrows. There’s a scar through the left one, angling over his brow from his forehead to his temple. It doesn’t effect his beauty though. I seriously think this guy could be a supermodel.

Is he a supermodel? Have I seen him on any ad campaigns?

“So pretty,” I murmur as I stare up at him dumbly. Those are the words that leave me. Not an explanation that I’ve literally never whined before. No, the first words I say to these two men are ‘so pretty’, like a simpleton.

Both of them chuckle like I’m adorable, though, so it doesn’t seem to matter. The beta’s lips stay curled in a smile as he bends and says in my ear, “you’re so pretty, too.” He uses his nose to nudge my head until his mouth is on mine and I swear it’s like drinking the coolest, most refreshing water of my life. I whimper and slide my other hand around his neck, nails digging in to keep him from pulling back. It feels like he’s the only thing that can cool this raging inferno of need engulfing me. Well, him and the alpha, who is currently trailing his thick fingers up my inner thigh, until he reaches the top of my thigh high, and then even higher still. “So wet for us,” he growls out, sounding pleased as hell when he finds me soaked.

I nearly scream when he brushes my clit through the lace of my panties, hips bucking to get more friction. The beta swallows the sound then pulls back and smooths strands of my hair back from my face. “Needy little thing, aren’t you?”

I nod frantically. I should probably feel embarrassed by just how much I want them, but I’ve never felt like this before. Ever. Like I’ll die if I don’t have one of their cocks in me in the next five minutes.

“Please,” I whimper. “I need more.”

The alpha behind me presses closer. “Whatever you need, vixen.”

“Private room?” The beta asks, brows arched.

“Private room,” the alpha confirms, lacing his fingers through mine.

They pull me through the crowd, weaving through the writhing mass of bodies, until we reach a black door at the back of the club with another bouncer standing in front of it. He doesn’t stop us as the alpha pulls me through the door, the beta on my heels, one hand clutching my hip possessively.

I have the brief thought that I should find Vee and at least give her a heads up that I’m going to be occupied for a bit, but the last I’d seen of her she was kissing a sexy alpha on the dance floor and I have the feeling I’d just be interfering if I tried to find her now.

Then I’m not thinking at all because I’m tugged into a dark room with a bed and what I hope are clean sheets, because the alpha lifts me by my hips and tosses me onto it.

I land with a gasp that he swallows with his mouth, he’s on top of me so fast. My thighs fall apart naturally, giving him the space to grind into my body as he eats at my mouth. Not kisses. Eats . He’s devouring me, making these delicious hungry sounds in his throat as one of his hands loops around my knee and opens me further for him.

He pulls back, gray eyes blazing down at me. “Gonna fuck you, omega. Gonna fill you up. Give you what you need.”

I blink for just a second, stuck on the word ‘omega,’ but then I realize this must be a kink of his. Alpha/Omega roleplay. It’s not the first time I’ve come across this. I can play it up. Pretend to be an omega for the night if it means that they’ll fuck me like I need. Like I’m desperate for.

I make a needy sound, and am vaguely aware of the beta kneeling next to us, pulling my booties off my feet along with my black ‘invisible’ socks. He leaves on the diamond fence thigh highs though.

The alpha works my dress up and over my hips, kissing me the entire time, until my lacy black bra is revealed, my nipples straining against the fabric. With a groan, he bends and sucks one into his mouth through the lace. My lips part on a moan that the beta licks from my mouth, kissing me, devouring me.

With every pull of the Alpha’s lips, I swear my clit throbs, pulses, aches. I need more. Frantically.

“Get the rest of her clothes off her,” the alpha demands. “I gotta taste all this slick that’s just for us.” Rough fingers scrape over my hips as he drags down my panties and tosses them aside.

At the first swipe of his tongue over my folds, I jerk up off the bed, a cry falling from my mouth. Because—holy fucking shit—being eaten out has never felt like this, like electricity is pulsing through my body. What the hell is different this time?

I don’t have the time to really ponder the question, because after that first swipe the alpha lets out a sound of pure hunger and devours me, just like he devoured my mouth earlier. Big gentle hands guide me back to the mattress and I blink when I realize I’m naked but for the thigh highs.

Apparently, the beta took advantage of my halfway sitting state to divest me of my dress and bra.

“So fucking pretty, omega,” he murmurs, stroking a hand between my breasts, while the alpha presses me open further, rough hands gripping my thighs in a way I know is going to bruise. A secret, inner part of me loves that. Loves that I’ll be marked by this alpha tomorrow. That same part of me loves that he’ll be marked by my scent even more.

“Come for us,” the beta murmurs, fingers swirling over one nipple as he bends his head to lap at the other, the movements of his tongue in time with the movements between my legs, like they’ve done this before.

I’m unprepared for the sharp swell of jealousy that hits me at that thought. It pulls me out of the moment with its intensity, a wet blanket on a fire. They’re fucking mine.

I have to force myself to breathe, to be logical, because there’s a large fucking part of me that wants to demand the names of every woman they’ve been with before so I can track them down and fucking eviscerate them. Which is not a normal reaction.

The feeling fades as quickly as it started when the alpha shoves two fingers into my cunt with no preparation. No gentle stretching. Just a beautiful fullness that has me crying out again.

“That’s it, omega,” the beta murmurs against the swell of my breast. “Come for us to take the edge off. Come for us so we can fuck you like you need. Fill you up with our cocks. Such a good girl for us.”

The last two words set me off. I know that’s what does it, and I have no fucking clue why, but the praise hits me with the force of a hurricane and I clench tight around the fingers buried in my pussy, the ones stroking over a spot inside me that no one has ever found before. There’s a gush of liquid that the alpha laps up with a groan, but even then it soaks into the mattress. There’s so much. I’ve never squirted before. But that must be what happened.

“Fuck, you taste so fucking good,” the alpha growls against my clit, making me jerk with an aftershock. “Like my favorite fucking dessert.”

He kisses my clit one more time before he leans back, gently pulling his fingers from my still clenching core. I watch with pleasure heavy eyes as he offers them to the beta, who eagerly slides the three middle fingers of the alpha’s hand into his mouth. His cheeks hollow out as he sucks and laps up my release.

It’s so fucking hot, and even though I just came, my vagina clenches again, like it’s sad there isn’t anything still buried inside it. The alpha’s nostrils flare, and he tsks. “Such a needy little cunt you have, omega. That’s okay though. Your alpha is here to give you what you need.”

I whimper. “Please.”

The alpha’s lips curl into a smirk as he slowly pushes to his feet. I watch, transfixed, as he removes his clothes quickly, almost methodically. His gray eyes burning over my naked body. The beta rolls off the bed and does the same, shucking his clothes with ruthless efficiency until both of their beautifully muscled bodies are revealed.

Tattoos decorate both of them, swirling over tan skin. They both have a fair number of scars as well. That makes me pause, some part of me deeply hating that they’ve been injured to the point it left marks on their bodies. Another whine pulls from me, but it’s not needy. No, it’s distressed.

The alpha edges forward. “Shhh, omega. It’s okay. Everything is okay. You’re safe. We’re safe.”

I don’t know how he knows the exact right words to say to me, but my whine peters out and then stops altogether as they stroke their cocks in tandem. “Fuck,” I breathe, my mouth literally watering at the sight.

“Present for your alpha,” he growls, and I swear I feel a dribble of arousal slide down my legs. I don’t know what the hell this is. I’ve never gotten so wet during sex before, but then I’ve also never been with two men at the same time, so maybe my body is just working overtime to make myself ready for taking two cocks?

Who knows?

“ Now, omega ,” he growls, sending a shock skittering down my spine that has me moving to obey him. I flip onto my hands and knees, then press my chest into the mattress, arching my back and putting my ass in the air, just like he asked.

“Spread your knees a little more,” he murmurs, running a hand down my spine before messaging one ass cheek. “Good fucking girl. Look at you so wet with slick for us. You’re desperate for it, aren’t you? For an alpha cock in your tight little omega pussy.”

I glance over my shoulder at him, find him staring at the wet mess between my legs, and the beta is right there next to him, stroking his hard length. “I’m desperate for any cock,” I admit. “Alpha or beta, doesn’t fucking matter to me.”

The beta grins at me before he moves around to kneel in front of my head. I stay where I am, though, with my chest pressed against the mattress. The alpha hasn’t told me I can move yet. The beta brushes my hair back from my face. “Tonight he’s gonna fuck your pussy and I’m gonna fuck your mouth, get all that red smeared on my cock.” His thumb traces the curve of my bottom lip just as the alpha behind me trails a finger through the slick folds between my legs.

“Heartbreaker,” I moan.

“What?” he asks, sounding amused as hell, but I don’t care.

“Its called Heartbreaker. The lipstick.” I don’t know why I want him to know that. It’s not important in the slightest, but I’m turned on beyond all reason and I can’t control my fucking mouth.

“Heartbreaker,” he murmurs. “Seems apt. I bet you’ve broken a lot of hearts in your life, haven’t you, omega?”

I hum a noncommittal sound and wiggle my ass at the alpha behind me. “Please,” I whine, beyond caring that it’s not normal for me. “I need you.”

“Well, when you beg so pretty, how can I say no?” I watch over my shoulder as he fists his cock, stroking it a few times before he lines it up with my dripping core, his other hand grips my hip in preparation for what I’m sure is going to be a violent thrust.

Gentle, calloused fingers turn my head forward, until my lips brush over the head of the beta’s cock, smearing pre-cum over them. I’ve heard omegas say that their pack’s cum tastes like they smell, but I’ve never experienced it before. I wouldn’t expect to as a beta.

But I swear this beta’s cock tastes like rain. No clue how that even works, seeing as he’s hot and hard. Just about the only thing rain-like is the moisture dripping from the tip.

“Open wide, heartbreaker,” he orders, and my body obeys without a thought. “Tongue out.” I do. The beta glances up at the alpha and at some unspoken command, they both thrust into me. It’s fucking glorious. The beta’s cock slides to the back of my mouth without any hesitation or resistance, straight to my throat where I don’t even gag, much to my surprise. The alpha’s cock is bigger than anything I’ve ever felt and it fills me so completely that I don’t think I ever want him to leave. I want us to always be joined like this.

“Fuck,” they both hiss at the same time. The beta grips my hair, now falling around my face and shoulders, the bun I had it in hopelessly rumpled, while the alpha keeps one hand on my hip and slides the other up to my shoulder, like he’s going to use it for leverage when they really start fucking me. And I am here for it.

There’s a breathless weightless moment where we’re all frozen, just enjoying being joined together, and then with a snarl, the alpha pulls back and slams in again. The beta pulls out, but the force of the alpha’s thrust drive me forward onto his cock, my throat clamping around him.

The only thing I can do is let them move my body the way they want, balanced on my hands and knees. The two men fuck into me, ruthlessly, savagely, using my body for their pleasure, grunting and groaning as they work themselves into my pussy and my mouth.

“Swallow for me,” the beta grinds out. “Swallow around my cock like a good girl. Ah, fuck yes, just like that. Such a good fucking girl.”

Again, the praise makes me clench and twitch. The alpha chuckles. “You got a praise kink, omega? Clutching me so tight with that little pussy. You want to be my good little omega and take my knot? Take all my fucking cum?”

Holy shit, if there was any way for me to actually take his knot, I would. Without a doubt, and even knowing as a beta I can’t do it, my body seems willing to try, thrusting back hard into his cock until I feel the hard bulb of his knot pressing against me. stretching me. And damn if it doesn’t feel so fucking good.

He grunts and presses into me hard. “Yeah, you want it, don’t you? Want my knot to lock in your pussy, keep all my cum inside. Fucking breed you.”

Oh, fuck. I nearly cum from his words alone.

“Yes,” I moan, popping off the beta’s cock. “Yes, knot me, alpha. I want it. I need it. Please.”

On the last word, the beta thrusts his dick back between my lips, muffling my cry of pleasure as the alpha pounds into me in earnest. “You want my knot, omega? You want me to fill you up with my cum? Lock it inside you? You want to be ours, little omega? Take it, omega. Take it. Fucking take it .”

The alpha behind me thrusts in deep and I feel an awful stretch and a pinch of pain before pleasure cascades from the base of my spine through my entire body as an orgasm hits me out of nowhere.

I think I black out the pleasure is that intense.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” the beta growls, bringing me back to myself with his fingers tightening on my hair, holding me in place as his cock chokes me. “Look at you taking his knot like a good fucking omega.”

What? That’s not. I didn’t-

But the alpha’s hips are pressed to mine, his thighs touching the backs of mine, and he’s not thrusting anymore, just grinding, grinding, grinding in short sharp movements. And I feel so fucking full, stretched, amazing. Holy shit. My pussy is magic.

The beta’s thrusts into my mouth grow more harried, and he comes with a cry, like the sight of his alpha’s knot inside me is enough to send him over. I drink him down greedily, loving the rain drenched taste of him.

His thumb touches the corner of my mouth, swiping up the overflow of semen. “Such a good fucking girl,” he mutters, before pulling out and offering his thumb to his alpha, who growls as he sucks and licks the cum off the beta’s skin. I moan and come again at the sight, making the alpha groan.

“Oh, fuck, you’re squeezing me so fucking tight.” He loops his hand around the front of my neck and pulls me up until we’re both kneeling, my back to his chest, thighs spread to accommodate his much larger ones. The beta moves forward, pressing his chest to my breasts that bounce with every thrust of the alpha’s hips.

“You want to be ours, omega?” The alpha growls against the side of my sweaty head. “You want me to bite you?”

I’m lost to the sensations, to the feeling of his cock so fucking deep inside me, the scrape of my diamond hard nipples over the beta’s pecs and washboard abs. “Yes,” I just barely manage to whimper out. “Yes, claim me, alpha.” In case he doesn’t get the message, I tilt my head, offering my neck to him, and he growls.

“ Mine ,” he snarls, and then he fucking bites me. Like actually bites me. I’m not talking a little love nip, like I thought he’d give me, a hickey to remember him by tomorrow. No, he sinks his teeth into the curve of my neck hard enough to break the skin, to make me bleed.

Another orgasm slams into me, hard and fast, even as panic claws at my chest. Both things make it fucking hard to breathe, and black spots dot my vision. And then, fuck… oh fuck, then I feel him— them— in my chest. A bond forms and grows between us, one I had no intention of actually forming.

No. No. No. No. No.

“Omega?” I hear the alpha say, softly, quietly. Unsure. Mouth still pressed against my neck. “What’s wrong?”

I’m shaking my head, still not able to breathe.

The beta pops up in front of me, eyes wide with worry, as he cups my face. “You’re okay, heartbreaker, breathe. You need to breathe for us.”

The alpha wraps a thick arm around my waist and pulls me back against his chest, shifting us until I’m cradled on his lap, his cock still buried in me, because he can’t pull out, because his knot is still swollen and very much stretching out my beta pussy. And it doesn’t hurt.

Why doesn’t it hurt?

“This isn’t possible,” I wheeze, still not getting enough air.

“ Breathe, omega, ” the alpha commands, and suddenly my lungs expand, taking in the first full breath since he bit me. Alpha bark.

I’ve never had one used on me before. Can’t say I enjoy the experience.

The beta smiles at me, tucking a strand of my disheveled hair behind my ear. “Better?”

“I’d prefer to not be controlled by someone else,” I say faintly, even though in this case, he probably kept me from passing out.

The alpha chuckles and drops his head to lap at the bite on my neck. A bolt of pure desire fueled pleasure shoots to my clit and I swear I come again, hips bucking as best as they can while locked onto his knot. He groans into my hair, cock jerking inside me as I clamp down and make him come again.

“Fuck, vixen,” he murmurs. “You feel so fucking good, squeezing my knot like that.”

He feels amazing too, which hasn’t been the experience of other beta’s I’ve talked to that have taken an alpha’s knot. They mostly say it stings and aches, but it’s worth it for the pleasure it brings their lovers.

I’ve never once heard of a beta that can come while sitting on a knot.

I bite my lip to keep the words inside, and the beta in front of me smirks, before running a hand down the center of my chest, flicking a nipple as he goes.

“So, uh,” I say, sounding needy all over again. Which is ridiculous because I’ve just come more than I ever have in one night and I’m currently knotted and apparently have a mate bond now. I have bigger fucking things to worry about than another orgasm. I force myself to focus on the important shit. “How long does this usually last?”

The beta arches his brows at me. “The knot?”

I scowl at him. “Yes, the knot.”

I feel the alpha grin against my skin before his tongue trails over the fresh bite mark again. “Am I your first knot, omega?”

I twist until I can scowl up at him, too. “Yes, you're my first fucking knot. And stop calling me that. The moment has passed.”

He tilts his head, like he’s confused, but there’s an air of alpha pride around him. “So fucking thankful to be my omega’s first knot,” he grins, bending to nuzzle against my cheek. “If I wasn’t, I’d be tempted to find any other alpha that knotted you and obliterate them.”

That panic is clawing at me again. “I told you to stop calling me that.” I push on his chest, needing like hell to put some space between us, but I’m still stuck on his lap, pinned like a butterfly on his cock. “This is the fucking worst,” I groan.

The beta laughs. “I don’t think any omega has ever had this reaction to being knotted by Luca before.”

I ignore the shot of jealousy I feel at the alpha—Luca—knotting anyone else but me, and glare. “Well, maybe I’m not enjoying it because I’m a fucking beta .”

They both go still for one beat, then two, before they speak at once.

“You’re not enjoying this?” asks the alpha, sounding offended.

“You are definitely not a beta, heartbreaker,” the other man says, bending a little to meet my eyes. Eyes that are suddenly burning with the need to cry. “Sweetheart,” the beta says. “There’s no way you’re a beta. You smell like an omega. You take a knot like an omega.”

“No, I’m a beta.” I choke out, shaking my head and folding my arms over my chest stubbornly. “I’ve always been a beta.”

The alpha’s eyebrows lower. “Then what was all the ‘Yes, Alpha. Knot me, Alpha. Claim me, alpha’ stuff? You fucking goaded me into this like you wanted it.”

I flap my hands in front of me, the realization of what’s happening hitting like a truck. “I thought it was your kink! A little role play, you know? Like you don’t have your omega yet, so you find a beta and pretend! ”

The beta stretches, drawing my attention to all that rippling muscle. “And when he knotted you, what did you think was happening?”

What did I think was happening? That’s a good question. A really fucking good question. “That I have a magic pussy?” I slap both my hands to my face and drag them down. Embarrassed and frustrated. “I honestly wasn’t thinking much, obviously.” I peek at them from between my fingers. “It was… You both were melting my brain. And it’s not unheard of for a beta to be able to take a knot.”

The alpha laughs and shakes his head. “After like a month of stretching and training. No, vixen, you are an omega. All that slick and-” He leans over and buries his nose in my neck, taking a deep inhale before he licks his bite mark. Arousal floods me, that slick he was just talking about wetting the inside of my thighs. “Fuck that scent. So fucking sweet, but tart. Like cherry pie.”

I know he’s right. I can smell it myself, been smelling it all day, whiffs of it here and there. But I’ve only ever been a beta. I’ve only ever smelled like cucumber and mint, a beta scent. And shit like this just doesn’t happen.

I shake my head again. “I’m twenty-five. It’s too late for me to present as an omega.”

The beta shifts, moving closer to me, brushing my hair over my shoulder, nuzzling the other side of my neck. “Well, it happened, heartbreaker.”

“And now you belong to us.”

My stomach clenches, both in desire—because those six words drip with a possession that my new designation apparently loves—and in trepidation, because in one moment of passion, I’ve bound myself to this alpha and his pack forever. There’s no way to undo a mating bite, unless one of us dies. I have no intention of dying anytime soon, and I know I have no chance of killing the alpha whose hand is currently sliding up my thigh to circle my clit, making me moan.

“What’s your name, vixen?” The alpha asks.

And just like that, a bucket of icy water splashes over my arousal. My name. Fuck! We didn’t even exchange names. I’m bound forever to these men and we don’t know each other’s names.

Thank god the alpha’s knot deflates at that moment. Maybe he’s realizing I’m not going to fuck him again. Or maybe the sudden acrid tang in my smell is enough to deflate a knot. Either way, it releases with a gush of cum and slick, spilling onto the alpha’s thighs.

I push to my feet, scrambling away from them and scoop up my clothes, yanking them on so quickly, I think I hear the seams of my dress stretch and rip. A noise I’ve never made before pulls from my chest, a whining keen, as tears prick my eyes.

I have to go. I have to get out. I can’t… this was a mistake. A colossal mistake. I can just hear my mother berating me for being such a fucking disappointment. One mistake after another. That’s all I’m good for.

I shove one foot into a boot and spin in a circle, looking for the other, but I run right into the bare, broad chest of the alpha. His big hand comes up and grips the back of my neck, and I immediately feel myself settle, grow calmer. His thumb strokes back and forth. “Shh, vixen. You’re okay. Everything’s okay.” I want to believe him, but I shake my head in denial, the whine in my chest growing louder. He tugs me closer, bending slightly so my nose presses into his neck, where his scent is strongest. I take a deep inhale, letting his spiced pear and brandy smell calm me as I sag against him. Why does he smell so good? And why is it making me all soft and drowsy?

The beta joins us just as a rumbling purr sounds from the alpha’s chest. His lips press into the nape of my neck. Sandwiched between the two of them, the new omega in my chest relaxes, her panic drying up in an instant.

The alpha pulls back and smiles down at me, brushing the hair back from my face tenderly. “Better, vixen?” I take a deep breath and nod grudgingly. He brushes over the mating mark on my neck. “Good. Now tell me your name.”

My gaze drops, focusing on his chest between his pecs. “Sadie,” I whisper. “Sadie Pierce.”

Thick fingers curl under my chin and tip my head up until I meet his gray eyes. “Well, Sadie, Sadie Pierce, my name is Luca and the beta behind you is Ethan.” He bends his head and kisses the tip of my nose. “Welcome to the Falcone Pack.”