Chapter 23

Twenty-Three

OLIVIA

A lone in the bed, I laid on my back for a few moments after Sergio left the room. I needed to get ready for dinner. But I wondered how the hell I ended up in an alpha pack house. And in their bed.

I knew their feelings were real. I could just feel it.

Getting up from the bed naked, except for the toy stuffed between my ass. I reached behind me to feel the type of toy he plugged into my ass. The end of it felt like a like glass ball, and when I wiggled it around, bolts of arousal zoomed through my butt area.

Oh whoa.

I never felt like this before in my ass, and maybe it was true that I could possibly slick from my anus. I experimentally walked around the room with the toy in my ass, and each step was a turn-on. The plug was heavy in my ass, stimulating every nerve as I walked. Reaching my hand back there, I twirled the plug around and around until I started to moan.

Oh god. I needed to stop.

I had to eat food before I made my heat pain worse.

The cramps took longer in between knottings now, which was a nice relief for me, so I needed to eat. Releasing the anal plug, I walked to the bathroom and washed up first after Sergio's knot.

Then I dug around the shopping bags for something to wear. I found a nice red lingerie set with a lace red robe matching it, and I put that on, feeling sexy in it. I fluffed my hair and put on red lipstick that I also found in the bag.

Sergio had thought of everything.

When I was ready, I took a moment, taking in a deep breath, and touched my warm face as I looked in the mirror. The girl looking back at me was so different than when I used to live at home with my parents.

My eyes looked worn and tired like I aged before my time.

I wondered if I would ever go back to the innocence I had back in the past, thinking that all alphas were meant to protect and love their omega.

But I knew that wasn't the case. Not ever again.

As I walked down the stairs, I heard the men conversing in the kitchen, their voices excited. Maybe they were all relieved to get out of the treacherous camp, or maybe it was just I who was the happiest about leaving since alphas didn't need to suffer like omegas.

"Oh wow," I said, seeing the huge spread of food they'd prepared for me. They hadn't started eating yet, and Evan pulled a chair out for me across from Sergio, who was at the head of the table. Sergio's eyes were on me as I surveyed the meats and side dishes. "The food looks delicious."

It was quiet except for the clink of dishes as we passed around the mashed potatoes, macaroni, and different varieties of meats. My stomach was growling when I finally dug in. The alphas' chewing was loud as they also dug into their food viciously like alpha werewolves would do in the wild if they caught a deer. My heat had definitely affected us all.

"How's the pain?" asked Ian, touching my arm gently.

"It's okay, but I could feel it coming back," I said, biting my lip. "I don't want to be a bother or anything. I'm sure I could hold off with the pain for a little bit so you can all rest for the night."

"Nonsense," said Sergio with force in his voice. "My men and I will keep you satisfied for the duration of your stay. You will feel no pain while you have us. After dinner, Ian will knot you next, and we'll rotate from there."

Oh damn.

"I guess alphas don't sleep during an omega's heat," I said quizzically.

"It is what it is," said Ian. "I'd rather have an omega than not have one at all. And if I was to have an omega, it'd be you."

"Aw, you're sweet," I said, blushing as I ate the next bite. "I'm lucky to have you guys help me through this until I get home."

"Sure you want to go home after your heat?" asked Evan, winking at me. "We'd really miss your company."

"Yes, I'm sure," I said a little more sternly, just in case they got any ideas to keep me here. But I knew in my heart they wouldn't do that.

As I cut into a stubborn chunk of glistening smoky meat on my plate, I started to feel my pussy clenching again out of nowhere.

My belly started to contract, and I couldn't ignore it anymore. I groaned in pain, dropping my fork and knife with a clatter.

"Sergio, no," said Ian, and I looked up to see Sergio getting up from his chair. His eyes were glowing yellow as he gazed at me with a feral look. He started sniffing the air, and when my slick seeped from me, he darted around the table towards me. "Sergio!"

I didn't know what was happening, except that Sergio's eyes were glowing weirdly and that he wasn't saying anything as he rushed towards me. He started sniffing my neck, inhaling my scent like a drug. Panic began to settle in me.

His eyes reminded me of something. Something dangerous and feral.

An alpha in rut.

My breathing started to escalate as panic rose within me. I got up from my chair and backed away from him as he stalked me to the kitchen.

"Sergio, please calm down," I said, holding my hands up as tears poured down my cheeks.

He blinked, and his eyes widened as he looked at me.

"Serg!" shouted Ian, holding him back with his arms interlaced over his chest. Evan ran into the kitchen to help out.

But at that moment, Sergio roared and shifted into werewolf form right there in the kitchen as I screamed. Then he suddenly bounded out the front door, howling into the night.

Gasping and shuddering, I leaned back against the kitchen counter with a hand over my chest.

"I'm so sorry," said Ian, breathing hard as he also looked out into the night, listening to Sergio's howls. "He nearly lost it there, overcome with his rut. Your smell is intoxicating."

"He needs to have better control over himself regardless of her smell," said Evan, hugging me. I laid my head against his chest. I was scared half to death, thinking he would rut me by force.

I felt Evan's chest rumbling and realized he was purring to calm me.

"Does that happen to you guys, too? Like the rut taking over?"

"What?" asked Evan.

"The rut thing," I said, breathing hard. My inner omega wolf craved for Sergio to take me like that, but after what I'd been through, it was a lot to take in. I couldn't handle something like that right away, even if contraction-like bands squeezed my belly in mortal pain.

"No."

"I have good control over it," sighed Ian, closing the front door without locking it. "When a rut takes over an alpha, the only thing he could see in front of him is the omega in heat. Whatever she wants is his to fulfill. And if she needs a baby right away, he can smell it in her scent."

I could feel Evan's dick pressing against my stomach, and my pussy throbbed in response as Ian spoke.

"Oh," I said. "I think I understand it better now. They need to teach more of this in schools."

"If they do, then the alphas would lose control at the mention of an omega in heat," said Ian, looking down. I followed his gaze and caught sight of his hard cock pressing against his pants.

My tears had dried, and all I could think about was getting knotted again. So I gripped Evan's penis over his pants.

"I'm an omega in heat," I sighed, nuzzling my nose against his chest. "And it sucks, and it's wonderful at the same time."

"Let's get you back into the bed, shall we?" said Evan, lifting me in his arms as I squealed.

" I was supposed to knot her next," said Ian and Evan smirked. My gaze turned dreamy as I stared at Evan's face. Fuck, he was handsome as hell . Every toned line on his face made me horny and made me forget what had just happened with their pack leader.

Sergio

The sand of the beach rushed underneath me as I sprinted in the dark in wolf form.

I nearly lost control . I scared her.

Raising my face to the moon, I let out a long howl of despair and stopped running. After I was sure I had calmed down enough, I shifted back. Now walking on two legs naked, I walked around the beach, shocked at myself.

I never lost control like that. Not ever.

Her scent sent me into rut mode almost immediately during dinner tonight, and she had called me her daddy alpha earlier. But remembering her red face, trembling hands, and tears made my rut dissipate instantly. I wanted to kill the alphas who did that to her. It horrified me that I made her so scared of me. Seeing my car parked on the road, I opened the unlocked door and sat inside for a bit.

Opening the glove compartment, I pulled out a wrinkled brown piece of paper that I had held onto for years. Tears glazed over my eyes at the disappointment I felt in not finding my mother at the OBC. I had joined for no fucking reason, and at least the only good thing was that we helped hundreds of omegas not go into heat right away. The whole thing had started out with me discovering the letter in my foster mother's room. I knew I was adopted, but I had no idea where I had come from until I confronted my foster parents.

I smoothed out the sheet of paper over my steering wheel, reading her beautiful handwriting one more time. As I read the letter, my eyes burned with tears that I couldn't control. I had failed my birth mother in finding her and protecting her. It had been years, but I at least hoped to get a clue on where she was. I read the letter one more time before putting it away:

To the future parents of my dear baby,

Please take good care of him as I cannot care for him at this moment. Even though I only held him for a few minutes, I know he is my baby, and he will return to me. But if you have an ounce of goodness in your heart, please care for him as if he were one of your own. Tell him that his mother will always love him no matter what.

Love,

Sylvia