8. Kellen

Chapter eight

Kellen

I finish dowsing myself off with the hose, then rush to Brody's side immediately.

We left him alone in the nest, and for what?

A fucking Rogue?

I could kill Theo for agreeing to house that creature; I could kill him for tearing me away from my Omega.

Poor thing must be so worried about us.

"Kellen!" Theo roars behind me, but fuck him.

He can kiss my ass.

I'm dripping wet as I storm through the house, eager to get to my new Omega.

Our attraction was immediate. The moment I gazed into his soft brown eyes, the old Kellen died, and I was born anew.

Mine.

And like hell I will let anyone keep me from my cute little ginger again.

Least of all that murderous blonde whore.

I had to hose off, ridding her watermelon from my skin and clothes lest Brody gets suspicious.

He can not learn about her.

We can't risk upsetting him and losing him.

One call and that annoying little woman will return and take him away, and I resist the roar that climbs up my throat.

My Alpha is ready to blow his fuse, and maybe the guys should get me a cage.

I reach his nest, shoving my way inside. He's just rousing, and holy Alpha balls…

He is cute when he wakes. Curly ginger hair all mussed, mouth splitting with a yawn, and now a purr vibrates from me as I take two steps toward him.

I drip water all over the nest and onto the big mattress in the center of the room, and Brody raises a brow.

"Kellen… why are you wet?"

Now that is a good question.

He can't know…

But I needed to get her scent off me. It was doing things to my hindbrain, making my dick pop up like a daisy in spring.

The only Omega who will be making a spring daisy out of my cock will be my sweet ginger Omega.

Mine…

Brody pats his hands around the blankets. "Where are my glasses?"

Shit! His glasses!

"Alastor!" I roar, and the Omega flinches.

"Not so loud!" he gripes, still fretting. "I could have sworn I put them down somewhere."

I barely hear him as I yell at the top of my lungs, "Alastor! So help me, I will—"

The Alpha appears suddenly like a magician, and he's fucking Houdini.

I jump back dramatically, but the Alpha's face remains a stone-cold concrete mask as he enters the nest, handing the Omega his glasses.

A sigh of relief escapes the Omega as he places them over his button nose, and my cock reacts at the sight.

I need to claim him. Now.

We nestle down around him and now a hush spreads through the nest.

Theo and Alastor no longer smell like watermelon, and they must have used desensitizers.

I could have done that.

But I always have to be the dramatic one.

Theo leans against the doorjamb as he gazes at the three of us.

The fucker really missed out.

Instead of spending time with our Omega and getting to know him, he was off at the capital agreeing to house a Rogue.

Worst of all, he did it without consulting any of us.

He will pay.

No matter, Brody can not learn about her.

It would break his heart.

I would sooner rip her head off than ever let that moment come to pass.

She will not be allowed anywhere near him; she is dangerous and a threat to his safety.

Theo has put our pack in jeopardy.

If Brody were taken from us, I don't think I would ever recover.

I would go rogue myself…

Already, I can feel him patching up our broken bonds, making us more whole than we have ever been.

Not even when we were eighteen, were we this close.

As we each grew into our own, it soon became apparent that we were not the type of Alphas to live in harmony.

All too dominant. All too unhinged.

Brody may very well just be the person who saves us.

Brody fumbles when he finally looks up and spies Theo at the door, and now a cute blush takes over his cheeks.

"Oh. H-hi, Alpha…"

A crooked smirk takes over Theo's face, and I always hated his stupid face…

He's prettier than most Omegas.

Alastor is a close second, but I'm rougher around the edges.

Well, gingers are the best in bed anyway…

And I have freckles on my cock.

"Enjoying your first night, Brody?"

Brody nods. "Yes, Alpha…"

Theo's black eyes soften, and then he steps into the nest, taking his place on the floor mattress with the rest of us.

"It's Theo. There's no need for formalities here."

Brody blinks, those brown eyes big and owlish with the glasses. "Oh, s-sorry… I was just taught to always address my Alpha that way."

A purr starts in Theo's chest, and then he licks his ridiculously lush lips, "Well, you're not at the Academy anymore, and it's about time we got better acquainted…"

Theo goes in for the kill, yanking a fistful of Brody's curly ginger hair as he presses him to his lips.

The Omega turns to putty next, and now we spread him out on the mattress, taking off his clothes.

I didn't think things would escalate this quickly, but who am I to argue with fate?

This is destiny…

Theo still has Brody's mouth while I tug off his pants, eager to see that hard dick.

He's fully erect, his beautiful ass ready as he drips with slick.

His cock is weeping, and I lean down and take him in my mouth.

It doesn't take him long to come, and it really is true what they say about Omegas…

They're so pliant, eager to be touched and to touch.

But there will be no touching of our parts here.

This is all about our Omega.

His cum fills my mouth, and it comes to my attention that this is his first time.

Brody is a virgin.

He has to be.

By request of the Academy.

Who's going to be his first knot?

Only time will tell.

Brody is close to heat; I can tell by his taste and the smell of his sour cherry.

I just hope we don't argue like we did with the chicken wing last week.

Our best bet is to draw straws.

But in the end, it will be up to Brody.

Whoever our sweet Omega desires.

Alastor bites on Brody's neck, but not hard enough to leave a bond, and our Omgea unravels yet again.

This is merely the appetizer...

Just wait until he gets the main course.

Still, as I take his throbbing cock into my mouth, swallowing every drop of his seed, I think about those murderous blue eyes.

How could such a sweet pair of eyes look so bloodthirsty?

I can't help but be a little curious.

What would a Rogue be like in the bedroom?

Would she tear me up with her sharp claws?

She is not at all like Brody.

Brody is sweet with glasses and a bowtie, but she is wild…

A different breed entirely.

Still. She doesn't matter.

She is merely a distraction, and I will not be distracted from my Omega.

He is the only one that matters.

When he comes for a third time, I let him go, and we all get under the blankets as he falls asleep to the sound of all three of our purrs.

As he should.

Brody is ours.

And nothing will ever come between us.