Chapter Fifty

Willow

My dreams are a long, empty glow. Even my injuries seem fuzzy, pain graciously distributed between me and my alphas.

Am I still bleeding? Who cares.

My eyes creak open, finding Kane hunched over a chair, staring right through me. Only then do I realize—we’re alone.

And both the bonds are clouded with doubt.

A chirp escapes me before I can help it. Alphas unhappy ? my omega panics.

Kane starts. He drops to his knees by my bedside. “Omega,” he rumbles, “what is it? You hurting?”

I try to pull him in. The bed feels hard and vast without my alphas’ warmth.

He slides in beside me, kissing the top of my head. “I’m here, bunny. Just breathe.” Reassurance tumbles down the bond. But it’s incomplete.

“Where’s Silas?” I demand.

As if on cue, the door opens, and Silas bursts through. I make a clutching motion. He doesn’t hesitate, squeezing in behind me, sandwiching me between both mates.

“Did you get it?” Kane asks.

Silas doesn’t answer, trying to replace the bloody cloth under my thighs with a fresh one. I blush, shimmying.

“You’re fine,” Kane grunts, sensing my embarrassment. “It’s just blood.”

He says that, but my omega’s not convinced. Some thing is upsetting both her new mates. Either it’s the blood, or I’m missing something entirely.

Oh, my omega delights, I know just the thing.

I nudge my hips back before Silas can lay down another sheet. His body is like a boulder behind me. I barely have to breathe before he’s getting hard, his cock perfectly designed to stuff me full. My pussy perfectly designed to take it.

“Omega,” he warns.

“You’re upset,” I huff, kissing Kane’s chest, “both of you.”

“How could any one be upset,” Silas grits out, “with a view like this?” He squeezes my ass, making me gasp.

“Silas,” Kane mutters. “Now? Really?”

Yes, now, my omega snarls. Let me take care of my mates like I’m supposed to.

Frustrated, I shift my hips, grumbling when Silas refuses to line himself up with my pussy.

“You need a knot, don’t you, little one?” he rumbles.

I nod. Alphas upset. Need to fix it.

He smirks, his breath hot on my temple. “How about two?”

All of Kane’s resistance flickers away, the bond lighting up like the first rays of dawn. Warmth, awe, and possibility hang on the horizon.

“Me first,” Silas says, his voice full of control.

Kane’s hands slide down my front, drawing circles around my aching core. I jerk into him, pleasure rising in my stomach, as Silas’s cock nudges my ass.

“You tell me if this is too much,” he orders.

I nod stupidly. Too much, too little, I don’t care. I just need him. No. Both of them.

“She’s a good girl,” Kane growls, “she can take it.”

My pussy flutters, then clenches, as he slips two fingers inside. I don’t even care about the blood anymore. All I care is that my mates are giving me what I need, and that I can give them the same.

Silas presses forward, just the tip of his cock splitting me painfully open. “Alpha,” I whimper.

“Take a breath, sweetheart,” he purrs. “Give it a minute. If it still hurts, I’ll pull out.”

I do as he says, the three of us breathing heavily, waiting for me to adjust. Kane keeps plunging his fingers in and out, dragging against my walls in broad, hungry strokes.

“Holy fuck …” he breathes. “This how you’re gonna milk my cock, bunny? Squeezing down on me so good.”

The praise makes me shudder, my walls relaxing to let Silas further in. He tests the next couple inches, then a couple more, until I cry out.

“Easy,” Kane says—to me or Silas, I’m not sure.

“Yeah,” Silas groans, “doing my best.”

“Alpha,” I whisper, locking eyes with Kane. “Need you.”

He hesitates. “Don’t wanna hurt you, bunny.”

I shake my head vehemently. “Not gonna hurt me. Not if it’s you.”

His gaze flicks behind my head, checking in with Silas. The air fills with thick, pleased alpha pheromones.

Finally, Kane angles his cock, lifting his hips into mine. He moves slowly but doesn’t stop—not until I’m all the way full.

“Christ,” Silas moans at the same time as Kane blurts, “ Fuck .”

It’s too much for my poor, overstimulated omega. The moment Kane bottoms out, his cock grinding against Silas’s inside of me, I break apart. Both bonds twirl and fizzle with ecstasy.

Distantly, I’m aware I should be trying to keep my voice down, but I don’t have the sense to even try. All I can do is come, and come, and come, milking my poor alphas for all their worth.

I know Kane is coming with me when another blast of pleasure rockets through the bond. He hisses, locking in place. Silas gives us a couple seconds’ warning before doing the same, practically splitting me open on his engorged knot.

“ Ah ,” I whimper.

Their rumbling purrs rain down on me, seeping into every stretched, cramping muscle. I hide my face in Kane’s chest. Silas massages his thumbs around the base of my spine. Normally, this is the kind of explosive moment where I’d be passing out.

Instead, somehow, I’ve never felt more alive.

“Love you,” I murmur, speaking to Kane, or Silas, or both.

Kane places his palm on my lower stomach, feeling himself. “More than anything,” he murmurs.

Silas tucks my hair back, stroking Kane’s scar on my neck, then, more gently, his own scar on my collar.

“We’re going to keep you safe,” he vows. “You know that, don’t you, omega?”

A purr rises in my chest, then stops. Something still isn’t right. Even with two thick knots inside me, my mates properly tended to, the underlying tension remains. Silas’s voice is deeper than it should be. Kane’s eyes are too sharp.

“Safe from what, alpha?” I dare to ask, twisting my face to him.

Silas caresses my cheek, scrutinizing every shade of colour in my probing eyes.

It’s Kane who answers, “You’re ours. No-one’s ever gonna touch you.”

Panic rises in my chest as the bonds tighten. It’s not just possessiveness I’m sensing. It’s dread.

“Alphas,” I say, suddenly glad they’re so close to me—as close as the three of us can possibly get. “What is it? Tell me.”

They share another look over my head, this one less pleased. The room is still warm and sweet with sex, but something sour is quickly taking over.

“Southside,” Silas says at last. “We received word from them a few hours ago.”

My stomach plummets. We knew this was coming, but I suppose a part of me was foolish enough to hold out hope. “What word?” I demand.

Both alphas hold me tighter, like they’re willing me to remember their promise. We’re going to keep you safe. No-one’s gonna touch you.

“ Alphas ,” I say again. “What. Word?”

Silas sighs. Kane clenches his jaw.

“They know I’m a traitor,” Silas explains. “Tristan won’t give us details, but I suspect Northside’s delegate leaked it on purpose. Probably trying to humiliate the sentinels, or strike some kind of deal.”

My very bones twinge with sympathy. It’s hard enough that Silas had to leave behind his whole life, but now for all his friends, colleagues, and maybe even family to know him as a traitor … that can’t be easy. “I’m sorry,” I murmur.

Kane growls. “That’s not all.”

Silas takes a breath. “No. It backfired. Because it’s not just me who’s been outed.”

It takes a second for the words to sink in. Silas, the sentinel’s chief of recruitment, a traitor.

And me, Pack Shire’s golden omega, a whore.

“Southside has classified both my desertion, and your—’ Silas grimaces, “— kidnapping as acts of aggression from Northside. As far as they’re concerned, you’ve been their prisoner from the start.”

“That’s ridiculous,” I snap, not thinking. “I wasn’t kidnapped! What evidence do they—?”

“They don’t need evidence,” Kane says. “Turns out they don’t need jack shit.”

Blood roars in my ears, ferocious, like it’s trying to distract me from what’s really happening. “For what?” I demand.

Silas’s pheromones hang heavy in the air. Any second now, they’ll come crashing down, and none of us will be able to hide from the truth.

He says, “For war, omega.”

My heart thuds to a stop. Not even my alphas’ bodies contain enough warmth to permeate the chill in my bones.

Silas takes another sober, steadying breath.

“Southside has officially declared war.”

TO BE CONTINUED