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Luna took a shower in here. Her scent is even more concentrated than out in my bedroom, even though she took a shower a while ago. It’s just that strong.

Or maybe my brain is just wired to pick up on it.

I move to my towel, hanging on my wall, like a moth to a flame. When I lift it to my face, I groan.

Fuck.

Her sweet peppermint scent wraps itself around me, goingstraight to my dick. I squeeze myself through my pants to try and relieve some of the ache, but it doesn’t work.

I’m a fucking bastard.

I tug my cock out, squeezing the knot that’s inflating at the base of my dick hard. What would it feel like to bury my knot in her sweet, sweet pussy?

Flashes of her spread out on my bed, presenting herself to us are all that I can think about.

I stroke myself, burying my face in the towel that carries her delicious perfume.

What kind of noises would she make? Would she like it soft and tender? Hard and fast? Would she let me feast on her slick until the end of time?

I come with a groan, my orgasm catching me off guard. God, I came like a fucking teenager.

I bury my face into the towel, the post-nut clarity and shame starting to hit me.

Fucking hell.

I just jerked off to a fucking towel. Sure, it’s a towel that smells like her, but a fucking towel. I fucking blinked and I came, too. I didn’t even last long.

God, will I be able to please her?

The fact I’ve never been with anyone, let alone an omega never really bothered me until now. I never wanted to have my first time to be with those omegas that only wanted me because of how I looked and where I came from. The only reason why those omegas wanted me was because they wanted to piss off their daddies and have a little ride on the wild side.

But it’s seriously bothering me now.

I leave the towel hanging on the wall and rip off my shirt, doing my best to clean myself off before finally pissing.

I strip down to my boxers, leaving my clothes in a dirty heap on the floor. I’ll take care of them later, when I’mnot drunk and wallowing.

I freeze at the towel, still hanging on my stupid fucking bathroom wall before taking it with me.

I fall asleep, holding a towel covered in her perfume, dreaming of the day when I get to hold her.

CHAPTER 11

Luna

Iwake up to bright sunlight on my face.

It’s confusing at first because there’s no sunlight down in the cellar.

I also wake up to softness and warmth, which confuses me even more, because even in my bedroom where there was a window, it was never very warm.

My eyes flutter open and everything, all the events of the past few days, hits me like a truck.

I’m in the Ward pack house. With four alphas. Four kind alphas, who’ve given me a beautiful, warm place to stay. Four alphas who haven’t used my body in any way. Four incredibly hot and sexy alphas.

God.

Where in the world did that thought come from?