Chapter 44

CHAPTER 44

D-Day

ADIRA

I ’m at the Kelly's home, and I can’t sit still. I’ve paced, tried to read, nothing helps.

I need to quiet my thoughts, find a way to center myself. I know Morris told me it’ll all be alright, but I can’t help but feel the need to make one more podcast before Callum, Duncan, and I settle in for the night.

Sighing, I start walking toward my recording studio.

“Don’t forget your water,” Duncan says, handing me what he enjoys calling ‘my emotional support bottle.’ He bought it to make sure I stay hydrated when I’m here, and it’s black with pink hearts.

I love it, even though he’s obnoxious about reminding me to hydrate. Turning, I take the bottle with a smile, absently taking a sip as I make way to the closet, that is now my favorite place in the house.

I’ve made eight podcasts since I started my account on Omega Link. Emilia hasn’t been too pleased with my content, but she can suck eggs. There’s been another podcast posted for every episode I’ve made in response to mine.

Well, I hope she chokes on this one.

Opening the door, I switch on the light as I step in and go through my ritual of making sure the door is shut behind me, firing up the laptop, fixing my chair, and going through a quick test to ensure that both my microphone and voice changer works.

Finally, I take a deep breath and hit record on my computer.

“I’m here because I recognize a lot of people feel stuck,” I begin, biting my lip. “They may worry about where they fit in, what they should do next, or if they’ll ever be able to really live, because a gilded cage is still a cage.”

Picking up the fidget spinner, Aisling gave me, that rarely leaves this room anymore, I shrug as I think.

“Your designation doesn’t necessarily have to be all that you are,” I say. “I bought my first home this week, I’m in college taking classes, and I regularly refuse to follow what society says I have to. Take the job across the country if it’s what you want to do, join the dating app if you’re looking for love, or a passing fling. Live your life, because we only get so much time to enjoy it.”

Blinking furiously, I swallow back the tears I can feel building. I will not fucking cry.

“It’s normal to worry about doing the right thing, and if you’re looking for guidance, I can’t tell you if I'm qualified for that or not,” I say honestly. “All I can say is that I’m just like you, trying to figure out what the next step in life is. Failure, mistakes, missteps are part of that. Make a choice instead of feeling paralyzed in fear, because that’s not living either.”

My finger pushes the spinner up and down silently as I think, a lone tear running down my cheek.

“I’m making this podcast because I know what true terror is,” I explain. “I’m sitting with it now, because I’m walking head first into a situation that will either solve everything or kill me. That sounds awfully overdramatic, huh? I wish I had that flare that some people do where everything is overhyped, but I don’t. Instead, I know I’m possibly making my last podcast.”

Sweep up, round and round. My thumb rolls the spinner as the thoughts in my mind tumble like the setting on a dryer.

“Am I scared? Yeah, I really am. It doesn’t matter how prepared I am to push through this, a bullet to the brain will stop me. Same as anyone else,” I mutter. “I’m not great company tonight, I’m afraid. So, I’ll leave you with this: find one thing that scares the hell out of you that’s necessary to your continued existence and do it. If you listen to this podcast, tell me what you did in the comments. If I survive this, I’d love to read them.”

My finger trembles as I hit stop on the recording, and I close my eyes as I sob. I just need to get it out, be done with it, and then move on.

I can survive anything one step at a time, as long as I continue to breathe. Come on, Adira.

Once I’m able to make my fingers work, I upload my podcast to my account on Omega Link and shut down my computer.

I’m wiped out and just want to watch mindless television. I’ll probably pass out, so I’ll also ‘get ready’ for bed.

It helps that as I shut off the light and step out of the room, Duncan is in the hallway waiting for me with open arms.

Rushing into his embrace, I hear his deep breath and he squeezes me tightly. This is just as hard for Pack Kelly; the knowledge that they’re going to have to let Pack Dresmond take me.

“You’re going to give me gray hair, Short Stuff,” he mutters. “Let's get ready for this shit show of a night.”

I don’t know if there’s such a thing.

KANE

It feels like deja vu in a way as my brothers and I sneak onto Pack Kelly’s property. Since they know what we’re doing, they pretended to be fixing part of their fence, but really just removed it from being electrified.

The three of us leap over the fence without an issue, creeping silently to the back door to break in. We’re dressed in black clothing, boots on our feet, and black ski masks on our faces, as we move to do our jobs.

Duncan did arm the alarm, but Morris hacked in from the SUV to disconnect the back door from the grid. That’s why we chose this door.

Damon makes quick work of unlocking the door with his tools, and then the three of us are silently moving through the house, to where Adira is sleeping on the large couch with Duncan and Callum. It appears that they are actually sleeping, which works for us.

Sometimes it’s difficult to stay awake when you’re in a very comfortable place. The couch is a big fluffy bed, and if this was any other time, I’d feel badly about not allowing her to sleep. There’s a large blanket that’s fallen to the floor, and Damon grimaces as he picks it up.

The little rabbit is about to become a blanket burrito. Moving quickly, Damon has her tightly rolled in the material, and we’re leaving as fast as we broke in. It’s not until we’re outside that Adira begins to struggle, finally roused from her sleep.

Pushing my hand into the small hole at the top of the rolled up material, I shove my fingers into her mouth, making her cough.

“Shh, little rabbit,” I croon almost soundlessly. “Settle.”

Once at the wall, Jed whistles, nodding when Morris gives him an answering pattern in return.

Pulling away my hand, Damon tosses the little rabbit over the wall, her strangled scream the only sound as we leap over after her.

Morris holds her tightly against his body as she continues to fight him, as we were worried someone may be watching on Dad’s payroll.

We still don’t fucking have the drop-off location, as Rock is being a twunt about it. I’m about tired of his crazy ass.

Damon walks quickly, ready as Morris snaps the blanket, which forces Adira to roll out of it into the truck of the SUV. I make quick work of gagging her mouth with duct tape, the request last minute and non-negotiable from my father, while Damon ties her hands and feet together behind her back.

Pulling a knife in such a way that no one except we can see, Damon slips the blade outward between her hands, making sure she can feel the handle and hold it with her thumbs.

It's sharp enough to cut through the rope with a little work or defend herself. This time, we won’t leave her defenseless.

Adira stops fighting, because there’s no point now, and she knows what comes next. Morris wraps her in the blanket again because she’s wearing a thin T-shirt and pajama pants in an effort to keep her warm.

It’s also how Rock expects her deposited at his door. Asshole.

Leaving Adira, we close the door and get into the vehicle.

“I’m texting Dad now,” Jed growls, angry about being dicked around.

Blowing out a breath after he texts, he shows us what the message says.

Dad:

Drive toward Funkley, Minnesota. I’ll give you the exact address once you’re nearby.

“Fucker,” I mutter as Jed responds to him. Morris puts the town into his GPS while Damon sends out a text to the group message on the special phone we have for tonight.

Damon:

Drive toward Funkley. No more information until we’re closer.

A thumbs up is sent in response, and Morris begins to drive.

“I’m sorry about the tape, little rabbit,” I mutter, knowing she can hear me. “Rock’s orders.”

A grunt shows she can hear me and I sigh.

Half an hour later, the sign of Funkley rises to greet us as we drive past it. Jed messages him to explain where we are and Rock texts my brother back immediately.

“Turn right in two miles,” Jed reads from the text.

Damon messages the group message quickly, his fingers flying over the screen. I can’t see any headlights behind us, I just have to hope they’re nearby. If not, we’ll figure it out.

We have to.

For Adira.

Rock leads us along twisted roads, and for the next ten minutes, I begin to worry that we’re lost.

Eventually, we drive through a wide open gate where I can see several of his men surrounding the house as they watch us pass.

Paranoid, but not stupid, fuck.

I would be hard pressed to find this place again, but Morris records the exact GPS coordinates on his phone and memorizes it just before he parks.

Thank God he’s thinking more than I am.

Taking a deep breath, I force my mind to empty of anything except the next moment. There’s no worry or anxiety, just calculated risk and survival.

My father stands on the porch and nods, signaling for us to get out of the vehicle.

“You made it,” he calls out, smirking as if knowing exactly how annoying his directions were. “Bring me the girl and then feel free to take some time off, find some women to fuck. I know we’ll have fun with the little whore.”

Morris lifts Adira out of the trunk, walking her toward Rock. The cabin door opens to reveal Pack Rock in its entirety, their combat boots scuffing the floor as they walk.

“It’s been ages since I’ve seen your crotch goblins, Rock,” Marc sneers as he watches us all. His blond and white hair glints in the porch light as he stands there, his cruel green eyes tracking our movements for any chance of deceit. “I love when they bring presents.”

I watch impassionately as Morris lays Adira on the cold ground at their feet.

“Yes, they’re the best ones for the job,” Rock says with a shrug. “I’d like for you to meet someone, boys.”

The woman I’ve been told is Cassia steps out in a dress and a warm coat, smirking as if she’s the Queen of Sheba. I bet she thinks she won the lottery instead of signing her death warrant.

No one will be leaving this place alive.

“Hello,” she says, but her gaze is on the blanket wrapped omega that’s her niece. Her dark hair is curled around her body, her lips now sneering as she moves around and kicks Adira in the stomach. Thankfully the padding doesn’t allow her to get much traction, but the answering grunt makes my blood boil.

All I can do is stare as if I’m bored.

“I want to see the little cunt who got me thrown out of my brother’s home,” Cassia growls.

Marc grabs the corner of the blanket, yanking, so it makes the little rabbit roll and tumble out. Her body thumps on the wood, her thumbs tightly holding onto the knife. Since her arms are tied behind her back, I only catch a flash of the blade, because I’m looking for it.

“I’m going to enjoy watching you get fucked and killed, little girl,” Cassia snarls, her hand taking the knife that Rock readily hands her.

It’s like a carefully choreographed scene only they know the moves to as she leans over and cuts open Adira’s thin sleep shirt. Cassia isn’t wearing any panties, her dress allowing her to flash her pussy at us.

Rock smirks, holding her in place as he grabs her ass cheeks and spreads them wide.

“I’ve seen both their pussies, but only been inside one,” he whispers to us. I doubt the older omega can hear him, and his lips are barely moving. “She’s serving her purpose tonight, they’ll both be dead after I’m done.”

I guess the shine is off, and I’m not surprised. My father doesn’t get attached to much.

Releasing Cassia, he allows her to cut the rope from Adira’s legs, and she pulls off her pants and panties in one go, gazing critically down at her.

“If she wasn’t my niece, I’d want to ride her face while you fuck her,” she says wistfully, lips twisting in annoyance at the audacity of Jeremiah having children.

“You know you’ll be playing with your pretty pussy while we fuck and torture her,” Draco grunts with a grin, tossing his too long, greasy black hair out of his eyes.

The scent of citrus and sugar is nauseating as Cassia preens, perfuming. My nose is thoroughly offended right now.

Disgusting.

“Let’s take her in and have our fun,” Rock says with a smirk. It takes everything in me not to reach for Adira when Draco grabs her hair and starts pulling her toward the door.

Her scream makes my heart thump as Marc rolls his eyes and grabs her legs to lift her. Cassia follows them in with glee, and I feel a sense of doom descend as Rock’s heavy steps take him to stand in front of us.

“You’ve been such great soldiers, but I’m disappointed in you. Choosing a slut omega over your own father,” he says with a sniff. Walking toward the door, he shakes his head. “Goodbye, boys.”

The sound of guns being raised is my only warning before all hell breaks loose and Rock closes the door to the cabin.

Welp, this somehow wasn’t on my radar tonight.

ADIRA

The sound of gunfire makes me swallow a scream as Rock closes the door behind himself firmly.

“How you got my own sons to betray me, I’ll never know,” he mutters, moving so quickly I don’t have a chance to protect my body as he kicks me in the stomach.

My legs are just getting feeling into them, and the blanket protected me from Cassia’s kick. There’s no way to block Rock’s boot, the pain pushing out all of my breath.

Fuck.

I’m worried for my pack, the links I have to Morris and Damon shut down so tightly, I know they’re alive but not much else.

That’ll have to be enough for now.

My legs are full of pins and needles as I tightly pull them to my chest to protect myself, my hands hidden from the people in the room. My gasps are loud as I struggle to pull oxygen into my lungs, biding my time.

I can hold out for answers if my pack lives.

“The little assholes were an asset,” Draco says with a sigh, pulling me to my feet. Jed made sure I knew who each of these alphas were before tonight.

I’m barefoot, the cold wood of the floorboards helping me from dissociating.

I’m here, I’m mostly fine.

I chant in my mind as I push the sharp blade to cut the rope. I feel as it shreds, the now cut rope limp around my wrists. It still appears as if I’m tied up, a little secret only I hold. My mouth is covered with harsh duct tape, and I know it’s going to really fucking hurt when it’s pulled off. A part of me thinks that’s the point of it for Rock. The guys wouldn’t use this type of tape on my face otherwise.

“I’m gonna miss the little shits cleaning up our messes,” Marc says. “Let’s see how well she can suck cock, shall we?”

Rock walks over and smirks at the tears sliding down my face. Except, they’re from the pain caused from his boot, and not fear of being raped.

I won’t allow it to get that far. The alpha rips the tape off my lips, my scream ringing through the cabin’s walls even as I struggle to keep them inside.

Draco shoves me onto my knees, and I allow the rope to fall away when Marc gathers my hair in his fist and pulls back hard, so that he can pull out his cock. It’s large and angry, his knot already engorged, the tip leaking pre-cum. Thrashing my head back, I scream again and he takes advantage of it by pulling my hair toward his cock.

Realizing my mistake, I close my lips tightly as he pushes the tip against them and I strike. I’ve had quite enough of this, and I’m holding my breath against the putrid smell of unwashed alpha. Gross.

My knife slices through Marc’s knot without a thought, the sharp blade making it child’s play to do.

Scrambling up without a thought to my nudity, I move away from the people in the room. Rock and Draco look on in horror as Marc screams, trying to staunch the blood.

A slow clap sounds from the corner as alphas begin to flood the room. Shaw pulls his shirt off, tossing it at me, and I put it on as the alphas from the packs that insisted I trust them grab hold of Rock and Draco as they try to run.

Cassia is also held tightly in a large alpha’s arms who has blond hair pulled in a top knot on his head. I vaguely remember him from Fight Night, but my memory doesn’t want to work.

This was just too close.

Using the long-sleeved shirt to wipe my mouth and face, I snarl at Pack Rock and Cassia.

Moving quickly, I spit in Marc’s face, planting my foot in his chest to push him backward.

“We’re only here to make sure no one hurts you,” Shaw murmurs when my gaze cuts to him. “Your men are fighting outside, but are fine. Ask your questions, and take your revenge, Adira.”

I leave Marc to slowly bleed out, but not before gliding the blade over the fingers of both of the hands over his crotch.

“That’s for touching things you shouldn’t,” I rasp, watching as each finger falls between his legs, rendering his hands useless. His scream is so pretty as I stand.

“Do you need that one’s tongue?” Caelin asks, smirking.

“No, thank you,” I say primly, brow raised as he walks over and yanks Marc’s head back, grabbing his tongue. It’s removed a moment later, and Cassia flinches as it hits the ground wetly.

“Watch your step,” Caelin grunts as I walk around Marc with a nod.

“Aunt Cassia,” I say sweetly, watching as the alpha behind her wraps his leg around hers, so she can’t kick at me. “Did you kill my mother?”

It’s been eating at me for weeks, trying to remember things from my childhood. My father worshiped the ground she walked on, even if my parents didn’t always agree on things. I can vaguely remember them arguing when I was younger.

“So what if I did?” Cassia says with a sniff. “I always hated her, you know. She and I got into an argument the night she died. Clara was pregnant, and wanted to tell your father immediately. I was being a bitch as usual, teasing her about how all she was good for was a broodmare. End of story, your mother backhanded me, and as she was trying to edge past me to speak to your father, I shoved her down the stairs. I’ve never heard Jeremiah scream the way he did that night when she fell. Clara broke her neck, your father kicked me out and didn’t press charges.”

“He somehow cut you off, didn’t he?” I breathe. When she doesn’t say anything, I slash her chest with the knife, smirking as she screams. The pain comes later as the blood begins to drip, since it’s so sharp.

“Don’t kill her too soon,” a man with ice blond hair says. “Take my gun if you need to hit her to soften her up.”

Holding out my left hand for it, I nod. “Thank you,” I say as he glances at my hand before handing it over. “I can shoot her just as well with this hand, it’ll just make me think twice before I do.”

“Savage,” he says with a smirk.

“I think that’s an understatement, Jas, and I’m here for it. Do your thing, girlie,” the alpha holding Cassia grunts. I slowly realize his name is Tommy and I focus back on my aunt.

Digging the barrel of the gun into the cut, I repeat myself as Cassia cries out. “Dear Aunt, I asked you a question. Did Dad cut you off?”

“Yes!” she screams. “He made me tell him about how she was pregnant, and that’s when he yelled at you to go to your room, as he was picking your mother up into his arms. You probably don’t remember walking past him as you did as you’d been told. Jeremiah took everything from me, since I had no real inheritance. I lied when he was kidnapped by Rock’s boys, I said you’d be spared if he signed everything to me.”

“I had a feeling,” I mutter.

“You have nothing, Cassia,” Caelin says with a dark chuckle. “The money was all pushed into Adira’s name.”

“I always wanted another family member, but not like this,” I say to her. “You took everything from me, then hooked up with the worst fucking person.”

“The bitch had to stay relevant,” Rock says as Tommy pushes Cassia forward, so I can reach her face. Being short has its disadvantages.

She has eyes that are the same color as my father, though hers are so much crueler than I remember my father’s to be. The days and months that pass by cause the edges of my memories to blur, and one day I won’t be able to pull it up in my mind at all.

That reminds me…

I have alphas to punish, information to pull, and I’m done with this bitch. Digging the knife deep into her eye, I scream in rage. I fucking hate her for everything she took from me. Her pettiness, greed, and jealousy ruined so many parts of my life.

But I won’t allow it to take it all.

The other packs watch as I do the same to her other eye and then begin using the butt of the gun to hit her over and over until I’m sure she’s dead. Breathing hard, I raise my gun and shoot Draco in the head, though I make sure that the alpha holding him can move to the side in time.

No one wants to wear brains if they don’t have to.

“Nice shot,” the alpha grunts, dropping the piece of shit alpha to the ground.

My gaze moves to where Marc is still on the ground whimpering, and leave him there to walk toward Rock.

“Fancy shooting, little whore,” he snores. “How does it feel knowing that my sons are likely dead?”

Without speaking to him, I point the gun at his boot and shoot him. It’s a credit to the bullet that it blows a nice big hole in his foot.

“I like this gun,” I say, glancing at it.

“Keep it,” Jas says, watching me with approval in his eyes. “Welcome to the families, Adira. I doubt anyone will say that you aren’t able to handle your place with the senior members. They need you to shake shit up.”

The men surrounding me agree in various forms of ‘ayes’ and ‘fuck yeahs.’ I didn’t mean to make this into some kind of audition, but if it will help me from having to continually prove myself, then so be it.

“Thank you,” I tell Jas, certain it’s been shortened. I’ll need to learn names later, or I’ll end up calling him that forever. “Your sons aren’t dead, Rock?—”

The door to the cabin opens and Pack Dresmond walks in as I say those words, simply solidifying the truth in them. My heart clenches as I drink them in, blinking furiously. I was so fucking scared.

Their scents flood the cabin, and I breathe deeply, biting my lip as a slow, rolling heat crashes over me. Fuck.

“Please don’t hold back on our account,” Kane purrs, his gaze checking to make sure I’m alright.

A cramp follows his words and I wince, deciding I need to fucking finish this before I throw my pack into a rut.

God, at least the pill is semi working. Catching Shaw’s eye, I gently rub my stomach, and he curses under his breath.

As long as he’s aware, it’ll be fine. He has an omega, he knows how unpredictable this shit can get. If he can clear the cabin for us after this, I’ll get to mount my alphas and ride all the knots.

Wait, what was I doing?

Ugh, damn heat.

“See?” I ask, finding the thread of conversation again. “Alive and well. Want to tell me why you hated my father so much? I’ll keep cutting off body parts until I get my answers.”

Rock moves to spit at me, which leads me to cut his nose off.

His screams make me shrug. “Should have listened the first time, twunt,” I growl as the alphas around me hide their smiles. “Let’s go again.”

“Cassia and I found each other a few years ago,” Rock roars at me, the stench of his breath raw and acrid in my face. “He was on my shit list for how his life was, so I began to send death threats, making him close ranks. He stopped visiting the Minnesota packs, isolating himself at his estate. At that point, he was paranoid and scared. Cassia wrote him a letter, begging to see him. That’s when Jeremiah left his home and we moved in. I doubt the idiot ever stopped caring about his sister.”

Looking back at my dead aunt on the ground, I bare my teeth at her. Figures this is all her fault. I continue to ask questions for the sheer enjoyment of cutting off fingers. The information is helpful, but not things I needed to know.

“I really want to shoot his cock off,” I grumble, whimpering as a particularly terrible cramp hits.

“Do it and then kill him,” Shaw urges. “You’re running out of time, and we need to get out of your hair.”

My pack moves to surround me, realizing what’s happening, and Kane kisses up my neck.

“I don’t particularly want to hold my father’s cock, but I’ll pull it out, so you can cut it off if that’ll make you happier,” he purrs in my ear, grinding against my ass.

“This is foreplay for them, isn’t it?” someone asks, while someone snorts.

“She’s going into heat, boys,” Shaw says. “Keep it together. You know how feral we all get with our omegas. Adira can have whatever the fuck she wants.”

“He hurt you,” Jed says against the shell of my ear. “Cut it off, slit his throat, and then let us give you our knots, little omega. I’m afraid to kiss you, because your lips are so swollen. But first, pull the information the Kelly’s need about their girl. Quinn deserves to be found.”

I know that the heat will make me not think about any of that, so I make eye contact with the alpha holding Rock for me and incline my head for him to move. Standing to the side, he grunts in assent for me to do what I need to.

Rock struggles and yells as the blood drips down his face and shirt, but I ignore it all as I shoot twice at his crotch.

The screams and blood make my arousal run hotter, and I know I already have slick running down my thighs.

God, I want a knot so fucking bad.

The only thing keeping me from losing my mind completely is the need to end this.

“Morris, will you kill the alpha on the ground, please?” I ask.

“The one who matches Rock’s ability to have children?” he asks, pulling his gun. “Whatever you did to her, Marc, you deserve worse than this.

“He tried to get her to suck his cock,” Jas says helpfully. Morris’ gun moves from a headshot to a throat wound, something that will make Marc choke on his own blood as he dies.

I can’t help it, the sadistic omega in me snorts. I have one more thing to ask Rock before I kill him. Then this will all be over.

“What can you tell me about Quinn?” I ask. The packs glare at Rock, as its well known how this girl disappeared in her teens.

“Always thinking about others, huh? It’s a waste of time. I saw her at a strip club, but she could have been sold again. The owner let me test drive her sweet, tight throat. The omega slut sucks cock like a fucking dream,” Rock says, smirking.

His nose is a hole in his face, and he’s a shell of his former self. And yet, he still is holding secrets.

Hitting him across the face with my gun, I snarl, “I don’t need to know how you raped another girl.” Everything inside of me tells me this is Callum and Duncan’s omega. I need more answers. "What strip club, Rock?”

“Slick Dreams,” he says with a smirk. “You’ll never find it.”

Glancing at Shaw, he sighs. “I thought that place was a myth,” the alpha mutters. “It’s never in one place for longer than a few days. One more fucked up place for us to find and dismantle. Kill the dick, Adira. We’re done here.”

I’m running out of time. I’m sure there are many secrets in Rock’s mind, but I whimper as my stomach cramps again, so I shoot Rock in the head.

None of these people can ever hurt us again. The world is getting really hazy, and I gasp, leaning forward in pain.

“Just burn the cabin down when you come up for air, Adira,” Shaw calls out as the other packs practically run out the door. “We’ll clean up the yard and woods.”

The door slams as he leaves, and Damon pulls me away from Jed and Kane to jump into his arms.

“Weapons, fuck,” Jed says, taking the knife and gun from me, so I can wrap my arms around Damon.

“Knot, Alpha,” I whine, kissing Damon despite how much my lips sting. He pulls the shirt over my head, running his hands over my body as if making certain I’m alright.

“Bedroom,” Jed grunts. “The curtains are all open.”

I don’t really care at this point, I just want to be fucked. My heat is riding me on the edge between pleasure and pain, and while it’s not like my first one, there’s no way I’ll be able to handle doing anything other than fucking.

“Our little rabbit did so good, let’s show her how much she deserves our knots,” Kane says.

I know I’ll be begging for bites too tonight. It’s riding on the edge of my tongue, and I’m barely able to hold it back.

A random bedroom proves to be free of scents, a true miracle. They must have left this room free when there are six in this cabin, all I know is that I’m grateful for it. I wouldn’t be able to handle Pack Rock’s scents.

All I want is my pack.

Damon kisses me as he drops onto the bed on his back, making me squeal as he lifts me to sit on his face. Jed, Morris, and Kane smirk as they undress, and Jed crawls onto the bed to kiss me hard.

“We love you so much,” he growls. “I’m so sorry we put you through that.”

“I’m not,” I gasp, Damon’s tongue ruthlessly sucking and licking my pussy.

God, I get to wake up to these alphas every day for the rest of my life. Yes, please. “We did it together, we’re all safe. Ah… Damon!”

Jed’s fingers twist through my hair, gently guiding me to his cock. My lips greedily part, desperately needing to taste him. As I suck his cock, Kane moves to straddle Damon’s chest, kissing down my neck.

I can feel his cold ring around the crown of his cock against me, and hear Damon yell as his brother runs his shaft through my slick.

“Fuck, Kane. Really?” Damon asks, only getting a chuckle in return as his brother moves his cock to press gently against my tight asshole.

“It’s impolite to go in dry,” Kane teases Damon, sucking on my neck as he slides his cock deep in my ass. My eyes roll as I keen, and Jed massages my neck as I swallow more of his cock down.

“Such a pretty little omega,” Jed croons. “You’re taking us so well. Relax, let Kane in.”

Morris grunts, palming his cock, while Jed pulls me closer so I can swallow it down. Shuddering, I come with a scream, all of my men working me over with both visual and physical stimuli.

I need more knots, though, and I whine as Damon continues to eat me out. I need more.

“Our little rabbit needs your cock, Damon,” Kane says, pulling me off Jed’s cock. He moves down, getting his hand batted away when he reaches for Damon’s cock to put him inside of me.

Grinning, I sigh as I sit on Damon’s thick shaft, moaning happily as he sits up to kiss me.

“I’m never going to be used to how comfortable they are with each other,” he mumbles against my lips.

“It’s an assist, nothing else,” Jed says as Morris and he move to feed me their cocks. I take turns swallowing them down, bouncing on Damon’s cock as Kane fucks me. It all feels so good, though my cramping refuses to subside.

“Knot, bite,” I gasp, lifting my head in panic.

Damon thrusts up, pushing his knot inside of me just as Kane does, making me squeal. It feels good to be full, my skin beginning to sweat as my heat forces my body to burn hotter.

All I remember next is Kane’s bite before I let myself get swept away in the fire.

JED

The hormone suppressant Adira took is a wild card, cutting her heat down to hours instead of days.

She’s resting on my chest now, my cock being kept warm inside her pussy, because we’re knotted together. Kane and Damon went out to pull the bodies into a corner, so we can burn them along with the cabin once we leave. Morris watches lazily as I lay propped up on pillows, playing with our omega’s hair.

“She’s so beautiful,” he murmurs. “We finally get a chance at a future with her.”

“So much could have gone wrong tonight,” I growl. The packs allying with us in support were on our asses on every turn apparently, driving with their headlights off. Since it was so dark, none of us could tell. The cars went off roading into the woods once they saw our destination and then doubled back on foot.

Thankfully, Rock enjoyed making a scene and talking too much. When he double crossed us, the packs surrounded us the second the door shut. My father got cocky and didn’t bother to check to see what was happening outside the cabin, and we worked together to kill his men, while some of the other alphas moved to help Adira.

“But it didn’t,” Morris grunts.

“Alpha,” Adira says weakly.

Damn, I thought she’d sleep longer.

“Yes, beautiful. What do you need?” I purr.

“Sex,” she whines, making me chuckle under my breath.

“Your wish is my command,” I tell her, kissing her forehead. “A little help, Morris?

“I don’t have a knot…” he reminds me, uncertainly.

“She already has mine, you’re going to come join me in her pussy,” I tell him with a grin. “Do you want that, Adira?”

“Yes,” she huffs impatiently. Our omega is so bossy. I love it. “Now, please.”

Holding her tightly to me, I widen my legs to allow Morris to move behind Adira. Kissing her together, we rile her up with tongues, teeth, and the fierceness of a three way kiss.

There’s slick and cum on her thighs, and our beta uses it as lube for his cock before he slowly begins to push his crown inside of her.

“Ohh,” she cries out, relaxing slightly as Morris begins to rub her clit.

“I know, it feels like a lot, doesn’t it,” he murmurs in her ear, slowly continuing to rock his hips and push himself deeper inside of her. “You’re taking us so well. God, you’re made for us.”

Slowly fucking my knot along her nerve endings, I feel the moment it begins to deflate, I groan, knowing I’ll be able to move more. I love the way it feels to have Morris’ dick rub against mine, never having thought we’d get to do this with our omega.

Adira holds tightly onto my neck as we worship her, telling her how much we love her. I’ve been holding back from giving her my bite, and I feel ashamed by it.

What if she decides that she doesn’t want to be bound together? It’s forever. Adira bit Kane in a haze on his shoulder later in her heat, bonding them together.

I carry the brunt of any fuck ups that happened today.

“Alpha,” Adira moans. “Bite, please. I love you and need you. Don’t make me wait.”

It’s as if she heard my thoughts. She once mentioned that she’s very intune to people’s feelings, and I can see it now. Fuck it, she’s right. I love her too, anything else we’ll face head on.

“I love you too,” I tell her, kissing her hard. I can feel how close her orgasm is, her walls squeezing, and trembling around Morris and I. Fuck. “Where do you want my bite, baby? Choose where.”

I want this, she wants this, and I want consent all the way through after everything we’ve been through.

Morris holds her as she leans back, baring her breasts to me.

“Here,” she says, pointing to her right one. My mouth waters as I rub her clit, fucking her as I feel her begin to unravel.

“Then that’s where it’ll be,” I rasp, biting her hard. I feel the tendril of her connection snap into place, and I feel her scream in my mind as she comes again.

Bite me, baby. Show everyone I’m yours.

Leaning forward, she hisses before hugging her arms around me and biting my neck. All the connections of our pack snap into place now that we’re finally bonded and Morris groans as he comes with me.

I can hear Kane and Damon yell, and they run in, looking dazed until they see the blood running down our omega’s chest and my neck.

“About fucking time!” Kane roars, making me smirk.

Amen to that.