Chapter 47

CHAPTER 47

W hoever invented pregnancy hormones deserves all the worst things.

As soon as the press conference was over, I grabbed Ethan’s iPad and looked up the article in Pack Weekly .

Serenity Jade needs to take a journalism class because the article is shit. It’s absolutely not how I wanted to announce my pregnancy. And I may be crying over all the pictures of Max with other girls.

I know it was before me; I know that he would never cheat on me.

But still.

Seeing his hands on other women has me ready to commit crimes. But since I’m pregnant and not capable of violence, I’m in my makeshift nest eating banana pudding and crying.

No one should cry while eating banana pudding.

I just wanted some time where I was in control. Where I could enjoy my newly formed pack and the human I’m growing who is currently making me weep over this stupid fucking article.

I sniffle as I look at the pictures again. When did I become such a masochist?

My dad was right. We should have gotten ahead on everything and made our own statement. I’m trying to push the guy’s feelings away for now, even though they’re hammering at me through the bond.

Most of it is anger and worry.

I wipe my tears, hating that they’re inundated with my sadness.

God, I’m so tired of crying. I’m so tired of reporters and gossip. They’ve latched on to the potential of another pack contract and have lost their minds. What happened to human decency?

I switch to a show I’ve watched a million times as I wait for my pack to get home. My goal is to not be a complete mess when they find me down here looking pathetic.

Unfortunately, I fail.

As soon as they come downstairs, they find me sobbing.

Max is the first by my side, and he attempts to climb into the nest.

“Take your clothes off,” I tell him.

“Sorry,” he whispers, undressing quickly and crawling next to me.

“You ate that whole tray of banana pudding?” Ethan asks, and so I just sob more. I should have saved him some. His eyes go wide, and he pets down my hair. “It’s okay. It’s a normal amount of banana pudding to eat,” he says, which is a lie. It was a fucking party tray.

“You know that whole article was bullshit,” Max says.

“I know,” I sniffle. “Doesn’t mean it was easy to read.”

“You shouldn’t have read it at all,” Bram says, which just makes me lose it again.

“Way to fucking go,” Ethan chastises him.

“I blocked all her devices. She has your iPad,” Bram tells him.

“So this is my fault?” Ethan says back.

“You are winning the poll,” I add in as Max wipes off my tears.

Ethan laughs, which makes me smile.

“Don’t let that trash get to you. I’m devoted to you, to this pack. This is my whole life,” he says, rubbing my stomach.

“It’s more banana pudding than it is baby right now,” I tell him, and he smiles and kisses me on the lips.

“Did you see your dad shut her ass down?” Max says, and the sadness really starts to disappear.

“He really did.”

“Your mom is also already suing the pants off of everyone, it seems,” Ethan adds, which has me grinning.

“My mom is going to destroy them,” I say with a grin.

Bram looks confused by the range of emotion I’ve had over the last five minutes but puts his hands on his hips.

“You need something more substantial to eat. What can I get for you?”

I hold out my hand, and he sighs. Undressing and coming to the nest, he lies behind me while Max has my front.

“Purrs,” I tell him, and he sighs. But his chest starts up like an old engine as the sound and movement of his chest soothe me.

Max’s fingers gently caress my face, and I let their scents soothe me. I can still sense his guilt as I grab his wrists and kiss his hand.

“I’m not upset because I believe it. I know the Alpha you are, Max. I’m just tired of everything being taken out of my control. And the past images may have upset me,” I tell him.

“I’m sorry they had so many images to pull from and that it hurt you,” Max says, and I can feel his sadness and guilt.

I cup his face in my hands, Bram’s purrs still rumbling my back. “We’re going to fight back.”

His eyes are wide as Ethan bounces onto the bed, making all our bodies slightly shift.

“What evil plan did you have in mind, sweetheart?” Ethan asks.

“Devious ones. But right now, I need to feel better,” I say with a slight pout.

As quickly as tears have left me, the need to be claimed by my pack is even stronger.

“What would make you feel better, little Omega?” Bram asks, his hard cock pressing against my ass as he wraps a hand around my hip to cup my pussy.

“You and Max could have sex. That would make me feel better,” I say.

Max smiles at me and shakes his head. “You want to see your two Alphas together?”

“Yes,” Ethan and I reply at the same time.

Ethan helps me get to my knees as both Alphas glance at me and then at each other. Their relationship is complicated.

They’re clearly attracted to each other, but their relationship is based on friendship and making sure the pack stays whole. I’m not sure why it makes me feel so giddy inside seeing them express themselves physically, but it brings me joy.

So when Bram cups the side of Max’s face and swipes his tongue into his mouth, I’m immediately wet.

Ethan sits behind me, fondling my breasts.

“Fuck, these are getting bigger. God, I love you like this,” he whispers in my ear as he kisses my throat and slides one hand down my body while kneading my breast.

I moan and rest my weight against him as I watch Bram and Max. They’re both kissing more desperately now.

Bram makes the first move, sliding his hand down Max’s boxers and fisting his cock.

Christ.

“You’re so wet. It’s because you know you fucking own us, Sloane. They can write or say whatever they want. But we know who we belong to.”

His words cause an obscene amount of slick to coat Ethan’s fingers.

“That’s it. You know I love it when you come on my hand,” he says, which makes me do just that.

My thighs shake as I use his body for support. His fingers don’t stop, and I don’t stop staring at the way Bram and Max are touching each other.

They’re mine, and I’ll be damned if anyone says otherwise.

Ethan kisses my shoulder, his fingertips just grazing over my clit, sending a chill through me with each touch.

“Please let me fuck you,” he says, and I whimper as he helps tug my panties down.

Both of the Alphas are touching each other, and as much as I like it, I need them to touch me too.

I get on to all fours, placing my hand on top of Bram’s before sliding Max’s hard, weeping cock into my mouth.

“Fuck, baby,” he hisses as I take him down my throat.

He doesn’t stop jerking Bram off as Ethan fucks me from behind.

I’m not in heat, and yet here we all are, together like this. It’s all I had ever wanted.

Ethan’s hips thrust against my ass as he fucks me, not taking it slow, and it’s just what I needed.

A claiming.

Max’s one hand is wrapped in my hair, and the other is jerking Bram off. I shift ever so slightly so I can lick the tip of Bram’s cock before going back to Max.

“Such a good little Omega. Do you like the way your Alpha’s cock tastes?” Bram asks.

It seems like a challenge as I pull off of Max’s length and give Bram enough space to taste for himself, which he does.

“Oh shit,” Max says, cupping the back of Bram’s head as the other Alpha sucks him down. “Fuck. I’m going to come,” he says.

Bram doesn’t stop, and Max’s thighs clench as he moans out his orgasm. As soon as he’s done, Bram’s mouth is on mine. He tastes like a mixture of himself and Max’s release, a taste I thought I’d never get.

I moan into his mouth as Ethan fucks me from behind, his pace increasing, and I have to go down on my elbows.

I’m not sure whose hand slides between my thighs to play with my clit as I gasp into the mattress as my second orgasm takes me for the evening. I’m wrapped around Ethan, my pussy fluttering around him as I cry my release into the bedding.

When I pull back up, I see Max returning the favor as Bram comes into his mouth.

I lick my lips as I lie on my side, and Ethan cuddles me from behind.

“That is not how I saw tonight going,” Ethan says.

Bram is catching his breath as the two Alphas collapse on the bed.

“I told you there was more to life than anal,” I say, and they both laugh as they catch their breath.

Bram breathes through his nose, his massive forearm covering the top of his face. “You still need to eat something real for dinner.”

“You’re ruining the moment,” I say, snuggling harder into Ethan.

“You’re going to wake up in a few hours and be starving,” Bram tries to argue, and I just shake my head and feign sleep.

I do, in fact, wake up starving a few hours later.

The camera shutter clicks rapidly as my pack and I pose for different photos.

“I think we’ve got our shot,” the photographer says.

I nod, and Max takes my hand as we take a seat on the couch across from Cassie Escobar. She’s the head reporter for the lifestyle section of the New Haven Times .

She’s no bullshit and likes real hard facts, not sensationalized media.

“So,” she says with a smile. “Let’s hear your story.”

We tell her the truth.

Puck Around and Find Out

By Cassie Escobar

I was fortunate enough to get an exclusive interview with none other than Pack Nilsen. That’s right, you heard it here first. The alleged pack that has taken the media by storm has an official pack name, not to mention they are registered with the state and Bram Nilsen and Max Connery will be signing on with the Foxes next year under a pack contract.

I’m not here to discuss pack contracts or what the consensus is for a decision. What I wanted to do when meeting this pack is find out what’s real and what’s sensationalized in the media.

When did your relationship start?

Sloane: They each started at separate times. I had a crush on Bram far longer than I’d like to admit, but we became serious at the beginning of the season. Ethan is one of those people you immediately fall for, and I did. As for Max, that’s a combination of friends to lovers and a case of being scent matches.

How does your father feel about the relationship?

Sloane: He is incredibly supportive.

Bram: Unless he’s giving us extra drills.

Are the rumors about the pregnancy true?

Max: They are very much true, and we are extremely excited to welcome our son this coming fall.

Ethan: Unbelievably excited.

Bram: We’re very blessed to have Sloane as the mother of our child.

Will you be getting a paternity test?

Sloane: Absolutely not.

There have been a lot of rumors circulating after your car accident. Is there anything you would like to set straight?

Bram: I was driving the vehicle, and it was indeed a complete freak accident. I’m so thankful that Ethan was able to get Sloane out so swiftly, and I owe my life to Max.

You two have had a tumultuous relationship in the past. Is that all resolved?

Max: More than resolved. We’re different men; we’re better men.

Speaking of which, prior to these rumors, your image was less than stellar. What do you say to people who think you haven’t changed?

Max: I owe a lot of that to Ethan and Sloane. When I was traded to the Foxes, I knew I needed to stop filling that void with fleeting relationships. I found my people, and I’m never looking back.

Is it true you are suing Pack Weekly for their distasteful article about you and your pack?

Sloane: They (expletive) around and found out.

After sitting down with Pack Nilsen, one thing has become abundantly clear. Don’t always believe what you read. And facts are always more important than fiction.